Days In The Sun

Our tomorrow

"Are you sure she said yes and he's not just forcing her to dance with him?" The teacup asked as he was beside his mother as they rolled their cart down the corridor and towards Adam's chamber.

Mrs. Potts gave her son a small glare - paired with a frown, before speaking; "No, dear. He did not force her. I don't think anyone could be forced into a dance."

"Oh. You'd be surprised how easily some fall into a dance." Lumiére added as he then stopped his quick pace of walking and swung his candlestick over and around Plumette - pulling the feather duster into a spin.

The staff was making their way to Adam's chamber to assist him in getting ready to see Belle. Adam might've been a fully grown man, but even as a human he still had his staff dress him. Not because he couldn't do it himself, but because he figured that if someone was there to do it for him, why should he bother in doing it himself? It seemed foolish to him, really. But, as he prepared for his first dance in almost a decade, Adam needed a bit of a pep talk. He had the confidence to do many things, but after growing so close and fond to his prisoner, even a simple dance was making the eight-foot monster nervous enough to almost think about canceling the entire thing. But he needed to remember the rose, the curse, and his staff - who's lives were literally in his hands, well, paws, with each day that a petal fell.

Plumette giggled softly and only accepted the spin as she and the candelabra so effortlessly found themselves off and pushing farther down the corridor as Mrs. Potts, Chip, Cogsworth, and Chapeau, took their sweet time in heading down to Adam's chamber.

"Do you believe that when the Master was your age, he was too busy reading Shakespear than novels over pirates?" Cogsworth joked with Chip as the mantel clock walked beside the coat rack who held a towel within his thin frame.

"Shakespear? You mean that hard to understand dead guy? Yeah right!" Chip giggled as he swirled in his saucer down towards Cogsworth before finding himself back against his mother.
"What will they dance too, Mama? There's no music!" The teacup pointed out - clearly forgetting all about the Maestro at the moment.

"Well. He did read Shakespeare. In fact, Romeo and Juliet used to be his favorite." Mrs. Potts' continued the previous conversation before turning her frame at the mention of there being no music. "That's where you're wrong, dear. Cadenza and I have put something together we believe will swoop the girl right off of her feet."

"With his out of tune playing? Yes. It'll definitely swoop the girl right off of her feet." Cogsworth attempted to joke once again, but once got a glare from Mrs. Potts - who sat so high up on her cart.

"I'd like to see you play something better, Henry."

"Maybe I would if I had hands."

"Well, maybe if you---"

The two antiques stopped their bickering when the silent servant threw his one 'arm' over the cart - catching both of their attentions.
Once Chapeau had their attention, however, he simply just pointed towards the bottom of a curtain - which was gesturing back and forth.
It wasn't the wind because, well, they were inside. And it became quite obvious what it actually was when everyone hushed themselves to listen.

"Oh no--"

"Oh yes~"

"Oh no--"

The four antiques watched as the candelabra then emerged from behind the curtain with the feather duster shaped like a dove held in his awkward stance embrace.

"Oh yes. Yes, yes, yES--" Once Lumiére acknowledged the fact that they were no longer behind the curtain, that he was nearly screaming, and that his three fellow servants were right there, he dropped his darling in a gasp.