Cooking had never been one of her strengths. Her sisters couldn't do it, either. Until her father lost his fortune at sea, none of them had needed to know; their cook had managed all the meals on their behalf, and all they needed to do was enjoy it.
But Beauty wanted to learn, now. The night she'd ended up spending dinner with Errol in his apartment had shown her how lovely it was to have someone prepare a meal just for you, and she wanted very much for Errol to know what that was like, too.
Of course, it was probable that he already did; she'd still not learned if he'd... if he'd had anyone in Libria. She was brave about a great many things, but it was too soon to ask about the state of his heart before he'd arrived at the City.
And so, rather than looking at Bookmark Books for help in cooking (because her coworker would surely notice what it was she was reading), she escaped to the library instead. When she entered, she couldn't help but notice the very strange, very blue... being at the reference desk. Drifting casually closer, she caught what he was looking for. A smile blossomed.
"That'd be me," she said, coming up to the man's side. "I could help you find what's in writing, and I could tell you other things that aren't... if you wanted."
She'd been here years, and she hadn't seen this one. He must be new.
"My name is Beauty. Well. Honour. Honour Bellaforte. But everyone calls me 'Beauty' ... most everyone." With a brief glance toward the reference clerk, she linked arms with the new one. "I'll take him, if you'd like, Margaret."
Of course, Margaret always thought Beauty needed more male companionship in her life, and this entity was just strange enough to clearly have thrown the lady out of sorts. She only nodded, and with that nod, Beauty escaped the normal ribbing about 'When are you going to find yourself a man, Beauty?' and 'That one at the encyclopedias looks handsome enough.'