Lumiere looked back at Mrs.Potts and gave a silent groan. He had hoped she had only been joking but her expression was proof enough that she had in fact been quite serious. Her mind was made up on pressing on. He might not have agreed with her but, with no intention of starting an argument, the candelabra began to climb the stairs again. She was right, as usual. The Beast was probably pacing up in his room, waiting impatiently for their return. It was best not to keep him waiting terribly longer, even if Lumiere felt they were entitled to rest.

A string of French escaped the candlestick while he forced himself up the stairs, most of his mumbling considered unfit for someone like Chip’s ears. But it would be unfair to take out his frustration on Mrs.Potts. Instead, the stairs would fall victim and called inconsiderate, poorly designed, and just plain ugly. Along the way, Lumiere was sure to continue assisting the teapot when needed and wait for her until they reached the proper floor.

“Ah, here we are. Now, that was not so bad, was it?” The candelabra joked as he helped Mrs.Potts up the final step. From there he hopped over to the Beast’s apartment after assuring the coast was clear. At the door he paused to compose himself before gently knocking it. “Bonjour, Master. It is I, Lumiere. I have returned with Mrs.Potts.”