Pink may not have been Lumiere’s favourite colour but it was certainly a nice change from the dark and gloomy castle. It was warm, inviting, and just about the complete opposite of the castle had become, especially when one took into consideration the excellent condition the Master kept it in. The furniture was all in one piece, the curtains yet to be shred, and most surprisingly of all actually left open. As long as Lumiere had been there he had not seen the Master once lose his temper, something that proved itself nothing short of a miracle itself. Although Lumiere it did still find the apartment to be a bit of an eye soar at times. There was such a thing as too much pink.

The candlestick merely shrugged in return to Mrs.Potts scolding look before climbing up to join her. He nodded at her words and gestured enthusiastically for Beast to explain. “Go on, Master.”