Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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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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[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.

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"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.

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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.

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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?

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"Why wouldn't you want a song and conversation with your coffee?" Belle asked. Her teacup echoed the sentiment.

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"...because I want silence." Which wasn't happening this weekend. He was going to end up commandeering Diego's apartment at this rate.

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"Oh you won't find that here," Belle said seriously. The cast iron pan dancing on the countertop was evidence to that effect.

"Perhaps outdoors?" You could be serenaded by woodland creatures instead of kitchenware, Five!

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"With the birds that keep trying to dress me?" In increasingly worse outfits!

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"Birds dressed you? Oh, how lovely! My wardrobe gave me this dress this morning and a beautiful ballgown last night but no animals or birds have ever helped me dress!" Or done her hair. Terribly unfair, really.

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"No, it wasn't lovely," Five hissed. "My brother keeps mocking me for it."

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"He sounds quite rude," Belle said. "Perhaps he's jealous the birds prefer you. No wonder, if he's rude to them as well."

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"He's rude to everyone, that's just Diego," Five said dismissively. Because it was sort of a family trait.

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"Then of course the birds prefer you! Birds are excellent judges of character," Belle said. She'd read that somewhere, she thought. "Did they dress you for the ball last night? Were you there?"

[apocalypsehow]

"Unfortunately I was." Watched a raccoon steal shiny things. It had been his only source of joy. "Why?"

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"Unfortunately? But it was a delightful ball!" Even if she had tragically not been asked to dance.

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"It was passable." Of course he'd say that.

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"Have you been to others?" Belle asked. "I haven't. But I thought it was lovely!"

"Tell us tell us," the teacup chimed in.

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"I'm not exactly a party person," he replied dryly. In the understatement of the century.

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"But there's music and dancing and food!"

Just like in this room, really, only with fancier clothes.

"Who doesn't like those? Perhaps you haven't been to the right sort of parties."