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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Though he was quite pleased to hear the Master thank the girl, he could not help but shake his head while he watched Belle pack their lunch away. Beast had been unquestionably on his best behaviour, quite the gentleman indeed, but to have expected the Master to offer to help the girl truly was a bit of a stretch. He realized this after a moment of staring at the beast expectantly. The nervous look on his face suggested his thoughts were elsewhere, far elsewhere. He probably did not even realize the candelabra was looking at him.

“Master,” Lumiere began softly, so not to startle him. “I was thinking that since the girl was kind enough to meet with you at your door, perhaps it would be a good idea to escort her to her own? If not to return the favour, at least ensure her safety.”