"Well you could try, Thank you, that's always good for a start." Belle said with a grin. The kid was clearly excited. So excited that she needed a drink? "Heh, come on then." Belle led the way into the bar, stepped behind it and opened the fridge, pulled out a carton of fresh Tropicana orange juice. The premium drink that was guaranteed to be 100% fresh oranges. "I remember you glugging down that bottle of juice on your first day here, I figured you might like a regular supply..." She shrugged. "It won't go to waste, I'll drink it".<br/><br/><i>Ask her...</i>The voice of conscience pricked at Belle's mind. She had plenty of spare rooms here, plenty of spare food, she could use the company... But, there was a problem. There was a sexual attraction between them that could ruin any sort of relationship if it got out of hand. And Belle really didn't want to turn her home into a shelter for homeless waifs and strays. But she couldn't just turn the kid back onto the streets.<br/><br/>"Look..." She started, then paused to sip her own glass. "I... I figured, since you're homeless and everything, and you're a nice kid, and the only thing you've ever done wrong is create some great art on people's walls without asking first... Well, I have room here. I don't like the thought of you sleeping under that bridge with all those men... I... would like you to stay. At least think about it?"