As Belle watched Beast, her smile faded -- he seemed upset. She'd only been joking a little with him, but for some reason, he seemed guilty. "It's okay," she was quick to reassure him. She looked back at the candlestick in her hand. "It's a very nice candelabra," she added, lifting it closer to her face for a better inspection. "Somehow it seems familiar..." This last bit was said more to herself, a quizzical tone entering her voice.

She sighed and set it aside on the grass and proceeded to spread out the picnic blanket. "I'm sure you're used to much better food than what I've prepared, but I hope you like it anyway." She sat back down on the blanket, demurely adjusting the skirt of her dress and pulled the basket towards her. "Come sit with me, Beast."