The Way to a Man's Heart [Completed]

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Character(s): Belle, Beast, Lumière!
Content: Belle invites Beast to a picnic.
Setting: Starting in Iriela Apartments and ending up in Jogo da Crianca
Time: Noon-ish, Week 21
Warnings: None.

Belle finished tucking in the blue and white checked cloth over the food in the basket, checking off a list in her head. Since Beast was French as she was, she'd decided to prepare something wholly French for the outing -- pan bagnat, a sort of seafood sandwich; crudites with lemon oil; gougeres, a light, delicate cheese pastry; and the pride of her picnic basket, the item that she'd stayed up late to create, meringue calissons. With a satisfied nod, she reached up to tuck an errant strand of chestnut hair behind her ear, ignoring the surge of nervousness that lurked just below the surface.

Yes, she mused as she gathered up a bottle of wine to round out the meal, she was surprising Beast with this and he was clearly not a fan of surprises. It was very possible he'd turn her away the door, growling and snarling like an animal. But Belle had missed him more each day she couldn't find him and a good meal was the best way to deepen any bond.

She exited her apartment and quickly headed towards Beast's, thankful she didn't have to carry the big basket too far. When Belle drew up to his door, she hesitated for the barest moment...then, ducking her head and inhaling a steady, deep breath, she knocked.

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Lumiere hasn’t through much about when he was finally discovered by the pair. There had been so many things going on around him he had easily overlooked the outcome of his actions. He was doubtful the prince would say anything, at least while Belle was around. That was if he wasn’t angry with Lumiere for following them. If so, then the candelabra certainly had his share of explaining to do. Hopefully the prince would see that his intentions were good and that he had only followed them to help Beast win the girls heart… And maybe eavesdrop on them a little too but mostly assist his master.

As tempted as he was to open an eye and peer at the beast, the candlestick remained as lifeless and ordinary as any other in Belle’s grasp. Clever as Belle was, he was doubtful she had realized he was the same candelabra she had spoken with earlier over the journals. Although in more than one way he was also thankful. If she were to try striking up a conversation with every candlestick she found people would think she was out of her tree, especially during an outing such as this. One would hope to hold up a conversation with their guest not their décor. He repressed a laugh at the thought, as well as Belle's comment, and listened carefully for Beast’s response.