Belle smiled. It still sounded strange to hear a sixteen year old boy talk about his grown sons. She wondered if she would have kids in the future and if they would ever appear. "Well," she said. "I'd love to show you round the village a bit more, especially the restaurant cos my Mama's the chef, and she's amazing. Only we'd probably have to get changed," she added, motioning at their sweaty clothes. "So maybe your idea is better.
They made their way back to the castle and she dropped off the borrowed broom on the way. "You're so lucky to have your own broom," she said. "I wish I had mine on me when I arrived."