Belle opened the door, wiping back the escaped strands of her hair. “Oh. Oh, my goodness, Chapeau… I didn’t even know you could speak,” she confessed sheepishly. “Yes, of course, come in.”
She’d turned the entire room into a city of books, stacks upon stacks of leather-bound tomes covering every available surface, making something of a labyrinth, and she had to move a few piles to clear a path for him. “Is everything alright?”
Belle's comment earned a chuckle from the aide; she wasn't the first one who thought that. In all honesty, he never had much to say regarding certain situations. If he did, the other servants usually beat him to it, and he never minded that.
“No, nothing's wrong,” he replied, and with a small bow, he followed her inside. He was instantly surprised at the state of the room. He and the others had seen Belle and the master in the library before, but he never could have imagined that she loved books this much. How long would it take for her to get through all of these?
“You're quite the reader,” he continued. “I'm guessing you didn't have much material in Villeneuve.”
