She wasn't going to question why Arthur Pettigrew was in a casino, but questions about why he was here— at her table, questioning her about her life—were on the tip of her tongue and it was only the distraction of the card game that stopped them from passing throug her lips. She placed another handful of knuts on the table, upping her bet. She had a good hand and was terrible at keeping a poker face; fortunately for her she wore a permanent smile after the wine so anyone would have a difficult time telling if she was smiling because of the cards or because she was pleasantly buzzed.

"It's... exciting," she said, flashing the dealer a wider smile as she caught his eyes. He placed down another card, and it was Arthur Pettigrew's turn to make a decision: up his bet or fold. Exciting was probably not the best word to describe her life; unpredictable was probably more accurate, but it had a negative connotation that she didn't feel was completely applicable. She'd had her low points, and life was not always easy, but she overall preferred it to the scrutiny she'd faced as Miss Annabelle Scrimgeour. Now she could just be Bella.  "Did it feel that way when you joined the common people?" She did not know the specifics of Arthur Pettigrew's life, but she did know something had happened years ago that had left his family in ruin. She wasn't one to judge, and even if she was... well, she was in no place to.

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