Beast looked over to Belle, then down at Mrs. Potts. He rubbed at the ruff of his neck.

He...didn't know where the teacups were. He hadn't ever really used his kitchen, and until Mrs. Potts had arrived, he hadn't even had teacups. He tried to hide his embarrassment by gesturing toward the cupboards to Belle, making it look like he was inviting her to get them herself, and feel more at home.

He attempted a smile to match, but he seemed far more flustered than flourishing.