1 Work in Gaston/LeFou
“What do you know about my dreams, Gaston?”
“Plenty!” He waved his hand dismissively, hunching over the desk, his eyes dancing “Picture it Belle, a rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire. I relax by the crackling blaze, my boots disposed on the rug and my lovely LeFou massaging my feet, while the little ones play on the floor with the dogs. We'll have six or seven.” He smiled at her, eyebrows at their peak. She looked back with shock.
“What? No, sons. Strapping young men like... like...” His face fell like a tragic mask, he buried it in his massive hands. “I said LeFou, didn't I?”