He seemed to shrink into himself when the rose was mentioned. Belle bit her bottom lip gently, immediately regretting asking about it. Well, now she knew to avoid the topic entirely, at least.

At his confession, she parted her lips in a silent "O." Perhaps she shouldn't have been so surprised. By his appearance alone, he could take down a dear and devour it raw, for all she knew. But she was determined not to judge him based solely on his looks.

"O-oh! Well, if you don't mind, I can cook for you." She placed her hands on her hips proudly. "I'm not a gourmet, but I can make some decent meals!" She hesitated, eyeing Beast warily. "...what do you normally eat?"