Summary: She never thought it was going to be all sunshine and rainbows from here on out, but this was just insane.
Oh, the Curse of the Dreaded Couch
Rating: K+ for a mildly suggestive moment if one really wanted to read into it (are couch jokes suggestive anyway?)
Genre: Humor/Romance
Word Count: 136
Disclaimer: I don't own Beauty and the Beast.
Other thoughts: Just a fun little thing I wanted to write. It was originally going to be a one-shot and not a drabble, but it cut off there. I liked it, but it's the first humor I've written in a while, so…pardon the anachronistic-ness. I just kinda went with it.
Oh, the Curse of the Dreaded Couch
She sighed as she heard another smash coming from—where else—the West Wing. That's the third one this week. And it's only a Tuesday. Babette's not going to be happy, Mrs. Potts thought as she hurried to the once-forbidden rooms and tentatively knocked on the door.
"Master? Mistress? Is everything all right?"
There was no direct response, but she distinctly heard the master yell, "I like the covers this way!"
In response, Belle yelled, "You sleep like a dog! How am I supposed to keep my covers on my side of the bed?"
"Get your own covers!"
"Ooooh, I could just…" She stomped her foot, obviously at something he had done or some face he had made. "That's it! You're sleeping on the couch tonight, buddy."
"Belle!"
Mrs. Potts sighed. "That'd be a no, then."