Ice: A-alright, I guess… my face is really hot, though… *mumbles, turning crimson, and holds the basket close* Storm: *smirks, kissing her cheek* Beautiful…
Ice: W-well… my cat Sam, she's sneezing a lot… *points to the basket* Storm: *kisses her back, hugging her* Don't ever doubt how pretty you are, love.
Elijah: *Looks at the basket then bak to her eyes* Need a escort home? Belle: Yes sir. *Smiles and splashes him*
Ice: *walks next to him, and gently takes Sam out the basket* Sorry, Sam… *lightly puts her on the ground* Storm: *smirks, freezing the wave*
Elijah: *Doesn't notice, and fixes disguise* (He doesn't want people to notice that he is the prince) Belle: Not fair! *Unfreezes the wave and it splashes him* Ha!