Wow.

Okay.

There is some manner of person here. Something that, unlike the furniture, can use language on his or her own.

Belle sets the roses aside and nibbles distractedly on her breakfast, contemplating the note.

After she's done eating, she says, "Just a minute," to her tray, and tears a page from her notebook and writes:

Who are you? Why does this castle keep me from leaving?

And she folds this note neatly and puts it among her dishes and says, "Please bring that note to whoever wrote it."