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"NO Oh God-" The sound of his accent coupled with an attempt at saying bonjour startled her enough to make her screech out the words mixed in with a laugh, and her hands flew to his mouth to cover it with both of them. "No. Never again. You are banned from my language, mon amour."

She gave it a few seconds just to be safe, in case he was going to try yelping the word out again, before letting go and returning to the movie. Gaston was on now, and she hummed out an appreciative 'mmmm', before realizing he reminded her a little of someone, and cut it off with a snort of laughter.

Her Gaston crush died, in that moment.

She would keep the French, because it was the language of love, and of super sexy talking. It was all hers to abuse as she saw fit.

His Cajun accent managed to finagle approximately the same reaction out of her, however. Effortlessly, he made her toes wiggle and her heart beat faster. What a jerk.

And then he was calling her on her laughter, and she pointed at the screen. "Gaston. I used to like him. But I think I just got over that."

Well. Dawson wasn't wrong.

"Yeah. Well. I thought he was cute. It's okay, I'm over it." He really was an egotistical p***k. She'd just had a different opinion on egotistical pricks, beforehand. Those words did not used to necessarily mean a bad thing.

But the more she thought about Gaston, the more she realized how terrible she was, and how easily she'd overlooked it.

"Buttchins aren't that bad. Don't knock them."

"Too bad those three aren't." The trio of blondes were singing now, and fawning, and swooning. "I mean, none of them are virgins anymore. None of them." She said this matter of factly, but with an air that thought she was making a viciously funny joke. "All because of Gaston. And probably all at once. I'm pretty confident that happened."

This was the kind of Disney magic ruining she could get on board with.

When he hushed himself, she tilted her head back up to look at him. "Why? I'm talking just as much as you are. Since when do I care if you talk through movies? Hell, I didn't even want us paying attention to the movie, at this point. You can talk all you want. That's half the fun."

"That is some bullshit, and you know it." She never had a Southern mom, so she smack talked back to him without blinking an eye, with the grin never leaving her face. "What happens behind closed doors is just free for the imagination. And my imagination says Gaston had a triple scoop of vanilla before he even caught wind of Belle."

She reached out and took another popcorn, putting it very gently between his lips. "With whipped cream on top. And a cherry. Probably. At least one of them had to be."

She furrowed her brows, and fed him another popcorn while she thought about it. "Like, a furry, as in a person who likes to bone animals? Because I never thought of it that way but.."

She didn't necessarily like where that train of thought was taking her. "Maybe she was just really, really open minded. Or maybe," She reached in and scritched under the collar of his shirt, as much as she could reach of his chest hair. "She just liked a burly guy too."

"Ugh." She shuddered at the thought. "Summers in France are murder. He must have just. I don't know. Laid there and died for several months."

Her voice slowed a little in distraction as she spoke, because the movie was starting to steal her attention away, as Belle locked herself in her room and refused to meet with the Beast. She was silent during it, her eyes widening just a little as she lost herself in the story, but soon enough came the song that no one could stop her from singing - Be Our Guest was just too catchy to keep it all inside.

"Gorgeous." She sighed out, her mood visibly improved from the song. "I only got to go as a little girl, but oh, my God. Everything and everyone there are so pretty." She fiddled with the end of her hair as she tried to remember it all. "But I complained so much about the heat. About everything really." Her skin flushed red in embarrassment. "I was a brat."

A shot of the countryside loomed by as they played in the snow, and her nostalgia got the best of her. "I'm going to go again, next leave. See if everything and everyone are still beautiful to me."