"That sounds awful." Bell pulled a face. Like pure torture. Belle did not like to be touched much, and the feeling of being tickled was terrible. "I imagine it's quite difficult to do anything." The uncontrolled movements, feeling like you were trying get away from the sensation. She hoped to never endure something like that.

She ate a few more bites of her breakfast, contemplating Phineas for a moment. As much as she loved being a pest, he seemed to be a little less-than-enthused about being home again, considering how much he'd been hiding. "Do you want to take a walk in the gardens after breakfast?" Despite their differences, she had missed him. Belle loved all of her brothers, even if she didn't always understand them.