Belle/Noctis
A slight eyebrow raise. She controlled herself though and tucked her hair back behind her ear, weighing her words. "How though do you expect that if you do not wish to work? Where will you get the food to cook, or to feed the babies?" It was a rational enough question honestly. One needed to have money to get food, unless one lived on a farm, and she could not imagine many people would choose that life. "I would rather prefer you not. It was a gift from papa and so it is more valuable than just the words within." A hint of agitation in her voice, giving away that she didn't want to lose anything her father gave her.