Belle was quite fond of all the versions of Five she'd met. Hers was the favorite, of course, but this one was rapidly moving up the ranks, especially with that kiss which she was going to focus on until she needed to pull back to catch her breath.

"I tell him he's a fool quite often, I assure you," she finally managed. "At least once a day. But he's my fool. You're my fool. All of you."

She was a bit possessive of every Five, honestly. Perhaps she needed to illustrate that further.