Song: "Tale as Old as Time"

Original Movie: Beauty and the Beast

"Leave. Me. Alone." she accentuated every word, trying to make it as clear as day that she simply wasn't interested.

"Oh, don't be that way," he sniffled. "Ain't got much to give you, but what I do have could be yours as well."

"Ain't interested."

"And why not?"

"Cause you never leave a gal alone!" she placed her hands on her hips, "What's your interest in me for, anyhow? Plenty o' other girls out there. I'm sure one of them would want you and your gumbo pot."

"I don't want one of those girls. They ain't good enough for my gumbo pot, neither. I want you."

She raised her eyebrows. "And just what makes you think I'm gonna say yes?"

"Cause deep down, you love me. Simple as that."

"You are confident," she chuckled. She frowned, realizing that she was starting to slip. The whole point was to push him away, and she was failing rapidly.

"I guess so…but Eudora, why won't you just say yes to me? What did I do wrong?"

"What you did was go out with my best friend…"

"Before I'd even met you!" he cried. "Now that I have, you're the only girl that'll ever do for me. Please, Eudora…I'll build you a house, I'll cook for you, and we'll have kids and I will be the best husband and father you ever could hope for. Give me a chance."

Eudora faked an eye roll. "All right, James…I suppose I could give you one date."

"That's all I need…"

"Arrogant," she snorted.

"Nope, just confident. I know what I want, and trust me, Eudora…" he grabbed her hand and squeezed it. "I go after it."

Tiana set the shrimp etouffee in front of her mother before sliding into the chair beside her and patting Naveen on the hand. "So, what are you two talkin' about?"

"Oh, just regular gossip," Eudora laughed. "And asking when you two are gonna get me some grandkids."

"I told her I keep trying, but that you insist it is not time yet," Naveen explained, giving his most charming smile.

"That's right, we've got ourselves a restaurant to run, kids are gonna have to wait awhile," Tiana insisted. "Mama, you haven't taken a single bite, is there something wrong with it? I can make you something else…"

"Child, just because I don't hork it down the minute it's in front of me doesn't mean it's not good," Eudora gestured with her fork as she spoke. She speared a shrimp on her utensil and bit in. "It's good. Real good. Daddy'd be real proud of you, sugar."

"Thanks, mama."

"I do not see what you were worried about," Naveen complained. "Always going on and on that your dishes may not be perfect. It is so silly, when have you ever made something that was not amazing?"

"Mmm…you want to talk about obsessed with perfection?" Tiana raised an eyebrow. "Just how long did you spend looking in the mirror this mornin', pretty boy?"

"My wife wounds me," Naveen whimpered to his mother-in-law. Eudora chuckled. "Do you see how your daughter mistreats me? And yet, I give her only love and affection. True, I spend a lot of time on appearances, but it is all for you, my love."

"For me, huh?" Tiana asked, setting her elbows on the table and resting her hand in her heads, studying her husband. "And just how is it for me?"

"Surely it means something to you to be able to brag that you have the most handsome husband in all of New Orleans? Eudora, tell her this is so."

Eudora swallowed a big bite of etouffee, "He's right, love. I often tell people how handsome and charmin' my son-in-law is."

"See, this is why your mother is my favorite," Naveen said appreciatively, giving Eudora a pat on the shoulder.

"Mmm. Maybe you should have married her, then?" Tiana suggested.

"This is not my point. My point is that I look good for you, my love. It is something you will simply have to accept."

"I accept that you're full of yourself," Tiana teased.

"Such hurtful words," Naveen held a hand over his heart as though he'd been struck there.

"C'mon, pretty boy…I feel like dancing," Tiana said, pulling him to his feet and dragging him to the floor. "Even if it is with someone as arrogant as you."

Eudora set her fork down and watched the pair closely, rubbing her wedding wing with the thumb of her right hand. "I guess history does repeat itself…in its own ways," she decided. "That boy's good for her, just like you were good for me…"

Author's note: …I am the sap master. I can give you diabetes with a single drabble. MWHAHAHAHA!….it's after midnight and I was projectile vomited on today, cut me some slack. I still like it, and I'm hoping you all will too.