He was convinced she was being sarcastic, and while she'd said it like that, she wasn't all too sure she really was. Sure, she didn't think dying was the right way to escape her problems, but it wasn't not a way. Her father could use her death as proof that she'd been the one to hurt herself and her family could be whole again, she wouldn't be able to get into anymore trouble, and she could avoid the much more painful death caused by starvation that she would inevitably suffer once she ran out of savings.

Bella made a pointed effort to chug down as much of her pint as she could in one go while facing Mr. Pettigrew, almost in a taunting way. He had nothing to gain or lose from her death, but she was in a sour mood and bickering was one was to handle that. Hopefully both of them would be too drunk to remember this in the morning.

"When I die, then, please inform my family that I'll be waiting for them in hell," she retorted.