[Every single thing about this conversation continues to be so utterly Octavia that Bellamy has a hard time wiping the matching grin from his face. He crosses his arms when she comes to stand in front of him, and he just looks up at her, somewhere between smug and affectionate.]

Hate to break it to you, but everyone's gotta start small. [He does have one that's probably perfect but - but it's a little too much for her right now. He doesn't want to send his sister off to Cul Lairid Orc, not yet.] I could be mean and send you off to the library. Feel like burying yourself in some books?

[He absolutely knows she doesn't, but it doesn't mean he won't drag it out.]