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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“En effet!” Lumiere confirmed with a nod. “Without her I would have never learned how to operate the device. Well, not as easily… But she is quite knowledgeable.” The Master could have easily stood to learn a thing or two from her, even though Lumiere had not the courage to admit to this at that particular moment. At least, not verbally. Thus far she had brought out a side of the Master he had not seen in, well, a very long time. And even then, it had been on very rare occasions. He looked forward to seeing what the future had in store, especially when it brought hope of the spell finally being lifted, returning them all to their rightful human form again.

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