What an odd turn of phrase coming from such a young one. The fruit of others’ labour? Not even Bella would say that. Maybe her first instinct of the stranger being different was right. Still, she accepted the notebook back readily, offering the other a smile.
"How would you know you wouldn’t like it unless you’ve tried, though?"
“I suppose I wouldn’t know for sure. It does seem dreadfully time-consuming, not to mention attention-consuming. I don’t enjoy activities that take up my attention.”
Iblis abhorred surprises. They were very rarely good things, and if it were good then it needn’t be a secret. Iblis crossed its arms again, staring at the woman curiously. “Why do you enjoy it?”