In the grand scheme of things Melody wouldn't be making anywhere near enough money to be really contributing to their funds. Still, it was something she could do — something productive instead of drinking her days away. "It's just a book shop, Ben." She protested weakly. Melody couldn't envision a scenario in which she would do greater damage to them by working. Before she could further dig in her heels, she gently added, "what are your concerns?"

At least if things further devolved from here (and Melody was already expecting them to) she could say she tried, which was far than Ben could say. If he had his way she would continue to waste away until she no longer existed. Then all his troubles would be solved.