"I —" Something stopped Belle's words as though something wascaught in her throat, and she forced a smile, busying herself with organizing the remaining fruits on the tray. Swished the dregs of her tea inside her cup. Anything to keep her busy, to focus her mind away from Rumplestiltskin. "'Upset' might not be the right word," she finally continued, but she blinked several times to blot the sting from her eyes, finally settling with, "It's complicated."

He wanted a tour. Her head canted, a small bit of confusion as his words landed, but he wanted a tour, and Belle was more than open to the distraction that came along with that.

"Of course," she said, gratefully moving the plates about again, as if the table wasn't organized. And she stood up, roughly pushing in her chair, and gestured to the library as a whole. "You've probably guessed that this is the library," she said, a grin showing itself as the distraction settled in. "Storybrooke's a small town — but I'll show you what I can before it gets too late."