Beverly had a knack for observing reactions, face expressions and all that in which she could guess what the person was thinking. So when she opened the wooden box, her eyes were glued on Cutty. The whimper from the Slytherin boy solicited a small quirk of her lips, forming the faintest of smirks. Eyes following his movements, she almost closed the lid herself when Cutty did so himself. Which she had not expected. Teasing could have happened, and she might have even let him touch some of the gold, but it seemed to be too much for Cutty Mordaunt. HA!

Wait. Hold up.

Cutty just first named her and...that tone. She may not be experienced in many things, but THIS. Was he hitting on her?! Beverly didn't know whether to laugh or scowl at him. No hitting on her without her permission! That's how things worked in the House of Wayne.

She leaned a bit forward, placing her hands over her box. "I know that, Mordaunt. Did my jewels get to your--" head, she was going to say, but there was music...

Switching her gaze to the Lute boy and blinking at him, she raised an eyebrow. What. Was. He. Doing? HOLD IT. No, bahaha! Just NO. Was this Cutty's idea? Brows pinching together, her eyes landed sharply back on Cutty.

"Are you trying to woo me or something?" What the Fawkes?