Belle hands him one of the foreign language books that they never got around to categorizing, and then consults her index for which of the categorized books is most likely to contain castle-building instructions.

Beast gets to work.

Eventually Belle finds something. "Here we are," she says. "I think if I do this right, I can even get it to organize the library in the process. I do need to design the layout, though, and decide what it should look like."

"I think it should be pretty," the Beast opines.

"Is that your only preference on the subject?" laughs Belle.

"Yes. And beds," he adds. "It should have big, comfortable beds."

"Several of them?" inquires Belle archly.

"In case we get bored of the one!"

"Is that normally a concern?" giggles Belle.

"I don't know, I've never been married before," he laughs. "Is there a reason not to?"

"No, not really," she says. "Does the size of the old castle sound about right to you?" She's gotten out a notebook and begun to sketch a floorplan.

"It sounds just fine."

Sketch sketch sketch. "The spell will be able to fill in a lot of little details by itself, and it'll be alive the way the old one was so it'll be easy to change. We could put it some fifteen minutes' walk into the woods and live there tonight."

"That is a good plan," he says brightly. "I am fond of that plan."

"Yes, the alternative is having the wedding night with just a wall between us and Charlie," she murmurs with a nervous smile.

"Definitely the castle."

Belle squirms and goes on sketching.

The Beast decides that this is a good moment to hug her.

"Well," he says, "I am glad your father is not on fire, and I will be happy to show you everything I know."

"Good." Belle kisses him.

He kisses right back, snuggling up a little.

Belle continues working on the castle, because if this goes on any longer they're really going to need a castle to adjourn to, and finally holds up a few pages of room layouts and notes on living-castle functionality and décor. "Good?" she asks.

"Good!"

"Let's go pick a spot to put it," she says, pecking him on the cheek and getting up to put the books in the bags to bring along.