Belle glanced down at Mrs. Potts and shared an amused smile with her. "Thank you, General! I would be happy to count you as a friend," she replied, dropping into a curtsy. She reached into her apron to withdraw some money for her tea -- in this instance, a few small jewels in the shape of berries. "I'll have to take your tea on the tun, I'm afraid."

She turned to pick up the teapot with an apologetic smile. "I imagine Beast is worried sick about you, Mrs. Potts."