Amid the embraces, laughter, and dancing on the tower with rediscovered arms, legs, and faces, Cogsworth drew himself up to his full five feet and one inch for the first time in a decade and proclaimed, "This instant! We must prepare a feast for our master!"
"No, a feast for ALL!" corrected their newly human master, to great cheers, save for Cogsworth, who groaned, "Well, first, sir, if you insist on making this semi-public, you need at least a decent dressing gown over those rags, I must locate one..." He jogged off , distractedly creating a to-do list.
All the servants ran to their posts, energized by the prospect of a celebration. Belle began to drag Beast (who no longer looked at all beastly) inside. "We must find Papa too, oh, he'll be so excited!"
He grinned and suddenly stopped. "Yes!... uh, actually... well..."
"Come on, he's seen everything change round him, he must be wondering, and he'll be very happy to meet you!"
"But... that's just it! He HAS met me! And I threw him in a dungeon for three days to mark the occasion."
"Oh, things were very different then. I told him all about you; he came here with me to help you, after all!"
"Still, we should do this maybe a little more slowly?"
"Are you afraid of him? Because..."
"Afraid! I'm not afraid! Afraid!" He crossed his arms and scowled fiercely.
"You'll see, he's really quite understanding and... open-minded," said Belle soothingly. But in her mind she regarded his pout with a silent laugh and joyously thought "It really, truly IS him!" She smiled and pulled her love into the tower and down the stair.