Belle isn't actually sure whether he's legitimately offended or not.

So she sits there for perhaps a beat too long, pot of syrup "threateningly" lifted between them, trying to figure it out. Until she puts it back down and busies herself with wiping her hands with the napkin in her lap.

"Well. As long as you know that the offer still stands." And that's a resolute nod before she decisively picks up her fork again.