The next day was one that quite a few of the objects were looking forward to, it was not uncommon to see a few of them grin at each other during breakfast whenever Lumière came past. Cogsworth was particularly uptight that morning, now it was on any simple day that one could observe Cogsworth being quite wound-up, stiff, and all together very stiff but today was a day where the other objects could see that not only were his springs, gears and hands tense but so was how he felt. Perhaps one could say that his heart was a little wound-up, while a human Cogsworth and Lumière had always been the best of friends despite their opposing dispositions. This friendship had gotten close enough that Cogsworth couldn't quite control himself from catching some of Lumière flamboyance, smiling a warm glow that almost hinted at a less nervous man. But when all of the staff turned to objects Cogsworth's physical immobility hid most of his inner feelings, all until that fateful day. Cogsworth finally realized that he had always longed to banish Babbette is someway that could leave Lumière open for him to… to… l-l-love? Cogsworth stuttered in his own thoughts and quickly cleared his mind to bring him to the task at hand: finding and delivering Babbette to his Master.