Belle... Bijou...? Well, one of him'd gladly un-potato-fy him or whatever he'd call it. Or he can wait.

[ if she won the phone war, she'll shove it in between her boobs her purse.

Worried that he might think this is some kind of attack on top of all the other attacks he's faced over the past few days, she sighs and takes his hand to try comforting him. ]

Jewel... I can barely unpack all the things you said happened. I can't imagine what it's been like for you. You need you time. And prolly a nap.