So Arthur Pettigrew was stupid and risky, which only made Bella all the more eager to go another round. She sipped her wine happily, her smile visible from around the rim of the glass. She pondered what she could offer him, and despite her usual creativity in her poor decisions, she drew a blank.
"Well," Bella said, a smile settling on her face. "I can't think of anything I have that you'd want. Unless there is, then you must tell me. If not, let's say I'll owe you a favor." She supposed she could manage to buy his drinks if it came to it. Or maybe free zoo admission. Or one of her favorite recipes for a headache cures—she was going to need it in the morning, she suspected.
"Well," Bella said, a smile settling on her face. "I can't think of anything I have that you'd want. Unless there is, then you must tell me. If not, let's say I'll owe you a favor." She supposed she could manage to buy his drinks if it came to it. Or maybe free zoo admission. Or one of her favorite recipes for a headache cures—she was going to need it in the morning, she suspected.
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