Belle smiled as she placed the pitcher down on the table and turned to face him, his very open shirt catching her off guard and causing her heart to drop a beat. She shook it off and pulled out his chair. "No problem at all." she said, moving around the table and sitting at her place across from him. "I hope you like chicken."

Jareth was surprised that she took the time to pull his chair out for him. He was used to it being the other way around. However he shrugged it off and sat down, grinning at the sight of the food.

"In fact I do like chicken, I just cannot eat it at home." He raised his gaze to meet hers. "The goblins keep them as pets."

Belle smiled and nodded, picking up her fork and knife. She began slicing her chicken into bite sized pieces and took a break in the middle of slicing to pour Jareth and herself some iced tea. "If you don't like the flavor of anything you don't have to eat it. I'm sure I can find you something else to eat. I wasn't sure what spices you were used to so I just threw it together."

Jareth began digging in as well, seeming to eat the chicken she had prepared with just a little too much relish. He chewed carefully, savoring the spices she had used.

"I am sure that you do not have the spices that we Fae use, but it is delicious all the same." He continued eating, and eventually took a sip of the tea, slightly bemused by the fact that it was iced.

She shook her head, wondering how different the spices he was used to were from the spices they had here. She knew that there wasn't much of a difference between this world and hers. They used practically the same things, just some were more rare than others in the Enchanted Forest due to low supply or not being able to grow them.

Belle took a few bites of rice and vegetables, chewing and swallowing before speaking again. "So, everything is to your liking?" she asked, taking another bit of chicken.

After he had sampled everything he nodded. "It's rather nice to have a meal where one of the components isn't burned to a crisp, as that is what I am used to." He shook his head as he thought back to the rather horrific meals he had been forced to endure by the goblins. "I do admit that I am rather bemused by the tea however, it is good, just strange."

Belle chuckled and smiled over at him, picking up her own glass of tea. "I know what you mean." she began, staring at the clear, brown liquid in the glass. "I was shocked by it as well, and honestly didn't think it would taste as good as it does." She took a sip and hummed lightly before placing the glass back on the table and continuing to eat her plate of food, now half gone.

Jareth gave her a soft smile and nodded. He continued to eat as well, and eventually his plate was clean, and he was leaning back in his chair, crossed ankles resting on the corner of the table top. "I am glad to see that you have a healthy appetite, since you are still experiencing morning sickness."

Belle chuckled as she finished her last bite of food. "In all honesty, I can't seem to stop eating. I'm always hungry. I have to carry a snack in my purse when I leave the house."

She dabbed her mouth with her napkin and placed it neatly back on the table before following Jareth in leaning back in her chair. She remained there for only a few seconds before she stood and began to clear the table.

Jareth nodded. "That is to be expected. You are eating for two, and..." Should he tell her this or not? "Children that are from magical beings tend to need just a little more than normal human babes." Jareth stood as well and assisted her. She had a long day, and did not need to be doing all of the chores by herself.

Belle looked shocked when he stood to help her, and reached over the table to take his dish. "Oh, no. Really. You don't need to help. It's fine." she said, waiting for him to hand her the dish.

She was used to cleaning up by herself. Rumple never offered much help in that department. It wasn't that he was a rude man, but that he had simply become accustomed to her insisting on doing it herself.

Jareth shook his head. "I am a guest in your house. You are already giving me so much. You need not worry about cleaning up after me as well. It is the least I can do."

Jareth moved past her and into the kitchen, where he deposited the dish into the sink. He couldn't do much more than that, as he did not wish to ruin his gloves.

Belle smiled at him softly and allowed him to help her with the dishes. She cleared the table of all the dinnerware, then took each of the containers of food and wrapped them with a clear plastic wrap, disposing them into the refrigerator. All the while she hummed, a soft gentle tone that barely escaped her mouth and, in perfect honesty, she hadn't even realized she was making.

Jareth helped her happily, and gave a soft smile when she began humming. "Interesting song." He said after a while. "What is it?" He was sitting on the countertop at this point, as he did not wish to get in her way as she took care of the leftovers.

Belle chuckled and smiled over at him, closing the refrigerator door as she moved back to the table. "Oh, it's nothing." she said, shaking her head and clearing her throat a bit. "Just a song from a cartoon about a young woman and seven dwarves."

Even as the sentence left her lips, Belle noted how strange it must have sounded, but never the less she continued clearly the table of the remaining clutter upon it.