Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[noonedecidesmyfate]

This morning, Belle's enchanted and talking wardrobe had provided her with a blue dress suitable for everyday wear. An everyday dress and a ballgown was all any proper maiden needed, really, wasn't it?

After dressing she made her way to the common room to look for something to eat. Unfortunately none of the enchanted and talking objects in her room were able to provide food. The common room, however, was prepared to feed everyone after a song and dance routine that had clearly been practiced.

Eventually Belle was seated with a teacup (who was very cheerful to be used for drinking) and a plate of pancakes which she was very excited to be eating once the flatware stopped feeling compelled to be entertaining.

There was also a large serving dish on the counter full of something grey that the dishes insisted was delicious.

[Is everything in the common room singing "Be Our Guest" or similar to Belle and anyone else who comes in? Yes. Why? Because I could. Is this post open? Yes, though my availability may be sporadic.]

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[white_oleander]

"Oh! Is everything in here singing?" asked Astrid, who had followed the music upstairs with a great curiousity, looking delighted to have found the source. "How wonderful!"

And even though the forest she lived in usually was an enchanted one, things didn't really sing there. Not nearly as much as she did, anyway, which was quite often, but the woodland creatures did sing along in their own way and they almost always joined her in dancing through the meadows.

But to think that it might be dishes and silverware was just incredible, and Astrid was absolutely here for it.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"It is!" Belle informed her delightedly. "And everything has been so helpful. I'm sure they would offer you breakfast and a song as well."

The teacup in her hand burbled an enthusiastic "yes we would!"

[white_oleander]

"Oh," said Astrid, very quickly, a humble hand to her chest, "but I wouldn't want to impose--"

Which, of course, naturally, lead into yet another round of almost everything in the cabinets joining in to implore her that, no, truly, no imposition here! Just a lot of plates and teapots being cheerfully (and catchily!) insistant they they really would enjoy it if she would consider being a recipient of their hospitality.

And by the end of it, Astrid found herself with her own plate of pancakes and cup of tea and a small serving of the grey stuff that she was slightly less sure about and having a seat, and clearly very charmed by the whole thing.

"Well, I could hardly say no to an invitation like that! Thank you. I am exceptionally honored!"

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"This room is lovely, isn't it?" Belle asked with a happy sigh. "So inviting!"

Normally she might be suspicious of such an enchantment. Not this weekend. This weekend it was simply an unexpected, but also somehow perfectly normal, delight.

"Please let me know if the grey stuff truly is delicious. I haven't tried it yet."

The dishes protested at that. They had told her several times how delicious it was! And why would they, perfectly trustworthy dishes, lie to her about something like that?

[white_oleander]

"I...will," said Astrid, admittedly with a little bit of reluctance, because, as adventurous and lively as her spirit may have been, there were just some things that not even a young woman who constantly sought to test the boundaries of her small enchanted forest world was willing to pursue. She had rather been hoping she could avoid having to actually try it, and she figured if she wanted to keep it that way, she'd best turn the focus elsewhere.

"Do you live here?" she asked, with an eagerness to learn more of this rather wonderful place she'd found herself in yesterday. "Are the cutlery and the soup bowls always this hospitable?"

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"I believe this is a new enchantment," Belle said. "I'm hoping it remains! A song with every meal would be delightful, wouldn't it?"

It certainly wouldn't get irritating after a day or so, right? And the flatware wouldn't get tired of the same old song and dance? Surely not.

"My wardrobe helped me dress this morning and last night, for the ball! I think she just magicked up the dresses when I needed them!"

[white_oleander]

"A wardrobe helped you dress?" Astrid's eyes were shining, her laugh light with impressed amusement. "How delightful! And she did a wonderful job, your dress is lovely. The ball last night was lovely, too, wasn't it? It was my very first one!"

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"Why thank you," Belle said, smoothing her skirt in her lap. "The ball was lovely, wasn't it? Did you try on the shoe from the mysterious prince?" She sighed, ever so slightly, at how romantic that all had been.

[white_oleander]

"Why, yes!" Somehow, her bright eyes managed to find more brightness as Astrid's hands clasped together in front of her for a moment. "I did! But my foot was much too small and dainty for it. It's a bit of a shame, it would be ever so lovely to marry a mysterious prince, but..." Her face flared prettily with a pink blush as she ducked her head, "some day my prince will come..."

Yeah, yeah, yeah, so she was getting the lines a little crossed, but it was fiiine.

[apocalypsehow]

"Is everything cracked here?" Five demanded. Since he wasn't allowed to say 'insane'. Which was some bullshit.

Also couldn't say 'bullshit' either!

[noonedecidesmyfate]

The dishes and the tea set gasped audibly, horrified at the idea of being cracked.

"Don't frighten them," Belle scolded. "Or they might not offer you breakfast and a song!"

[apocalypsehow]

"I don't want a song." Sounds like someone needed a song, to be honest.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"They also dance! You really should let them perform. It's a whole experience and it is delightful."

And the teapot was hustling everyone to their places even as Belle spoke.

"And for the finale, breakfast! The pancakes are delicious. As is, I'm assured, the grey stuff."

[apocalypsehow]

"No--"Five said like it would save him from this trauma. But, oh, there was a walking chair that was yanking him into place.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"Just sit back and enjoy it all!" Belle smiled encouragingly.

Come Monday someone might be feeling very smug about how magical everything had been this weekend. For now she was just genuinely delighted by it all and wanted everyone to be delighted as well.

[apocalypsehow]

You were the worse, Belle.

"I just want coffee," he said, struggling with the damn chair since he couldn't even stab it. Which was ridiculous.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

Oh, Five. Of course you couldn't stab the chair. The knives in here were enchanted as well and wouldn't want to injure their friends!

"I believe there is coffee," Belle began, as the coffeemaker on the counter started a perky little tune and a mug danced in front of it. "Ah yes, there is!"

[apocalypsehow]

Don't underestimate his determination to use a sentient knife as a weapon!

"Is there a cup that doesn't talk?" YOU HAD TO KNOW THAT WAS CREEPY, RIGHT?

[white_oleander]

"Oh, I should certainly hope not!" Astrid chirped cheerily. "Otherwise it might make it very difficult for us to eat our breakfast without making a terrible mess of ourselves!"

But it was fine if they did! Astrid was very good at cleaning and other household things, so long as she did them with a song!

[apocalypsehow]

Five opened his mouth to say something cutting at that, but was forced to calm himself back down because of all this G rated nonsense he was inflicted by. "This is all ridiculous."

Said the guy in a black Peter Pan tunic, with a dumb shadow flitting around the room.

[white_oleander]

"But it is a rather charming sort of ridiculousness, don't you think?" said Astrid, almost stubbornly persistant in her optimism. "To be sung to by your dishes! They asked me to be their guest! Why, I've never been anyone's guest before this weekend!"

[apocalypsehow]

"I don't want the things I eat off of looking at me," Five shot back. Since optimism wasn't really his jam. At all. Ever.

[white_oleander]

It wasn't exactly Astrid's jam usually, either, but not everyone could be so lucky, Five.

"Oh, I think it's fun," Astrid shrugged blithely, happily, with a bright smile. "They have such kind eyes, too, and their songs are delightful. It's amazing how many rhymes they can come up with for theh word spoon!"

[apocalypsehow]

Five eyed one of the pieces of silverware, looking into those beady eyes and only being filled with a sense of annoyance that he was being forced to deal with it.

"If this doesn't end soon, I'm going to do something unfortunate."

He'd figure out a way to do it!

[white_oleander]

"Oh, goodness!" Not so blithe anymore, Astrid's bright blue eyes widened in shock. But also a little bit of intrigue. This was decidedly more exciting than anything she'd experience back home in the enchanted forest! "But...like what?"

She was clearly just asking so she could prepare herself! Or perhaps try her best to talk him out of it! Something unfortunate! How terrible!