Bella raised her eyebrow again when he turned the parchment over. He was really not making her any less curious with his behavior. "That is true. I find myself reading about my job rather than actually doing it. But I find no problem with that. Mine's not nearly as glamorous as yours," she replied, the last sentence coming out as a drawl. She supposed it was lucky that he had gotten the apothecary job, rather than her, for she surely would've made sure to poison anyone unworthy on this island. Merlin knew, there were enough of them.
She pulled the sickles out of her bag and placed them on the parchment, slowly withdrawing her hand as she watched her nephew's back. Bella wasn't stupid, she wouldn't risk flipping it over, he would be able to hear the parchment turning. "What else have you been doing besides making useful potions, hmm? Have you spent time with your father?" Bella asked, making sure her voice sounded merely curious. She wanted to find a subject that would distract him enough so she could glance at that parchment. It was really bothering her that he was trying so hard to hide it.