"They're like books that you watch love. I have stories that I am sure you will recognize, just pick one that sounds good to you. If I did not like them, I wouldn't own them." He settled his cane against the arm of the sofa and watched her, a smile on his face.

Belle turned and cautiously approached the shelves filled with films. She perused over the titles, tracing some of the cases with her finger as she attempted to find something she recognized. She softly played with her hair, twirling a strand of it around her index finger before finally reaching out and selecting one of the slim cases off the middle shelf.

Beauty and the Beast

She turned and faced Rumple, holding out the case so that he could see the front of it. "Really, Rumple?"

Rumple looked at what she had picked and chuckled gently. "Yes really." He mumbled. "The story is absolutely wrong, but they got your character remarkably well and it reminded me of you." He sounded like a love sick idiot, which he supposed he was. "We can watch it if you wish, though as I said, the story is wrong."

Belle cocked her head to the side and smiled at him, opening the small case and taking a look at the inside. "What is this....circular object? And why is it flat?" She turned and walked towards the television and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the DVD player. "I, uh,"

Rumple chuckled and stood, grasping his cane before moving to her side. "It is called a DVD." He took the disk gently from her hands before gingerly kneeling down and turning the DVD player on. Once the player turned on he opened the tray and played the disk safely on it before moving to stand.

Belle nodded and watched him make the small box come to life, immediately getting a little annoyed. "I said no magic." She placed both her hands on her hips and stared at him with a slightly stern look.

Rumple chuckled and shook his head. "It isn't magic." He stood and pushed the power button on the TV before leaning over and grasping one of the cords. "There is electricity, almost like captured lightning, that powers everything from the television to the coffee maker."

Belle eyed the small black tube in his hands, wondering how in the world one would go about capturing lightning. "Oh." she said, slowly reaching out her hand and gently poking the small rubber surface of the black tube. As her finger made contact with the rubber, she quickly retracted it, as if she were worried that it might shock her. "I see." She looked at him with a nervous smile with a subtle hint of embarrassment. "I'm sorry."

He waved a hand and shook his head. "It is nothing Belle, I am not offended." He grasped her hand with his free one and led her back to the sofa. He settled down on the couch and then grabbed one of the remotes before pressing a few buttons to start the movie.

Belle snuggled up next to him on the sofa, resting her head on his chest and wrapping as much of herself around him as she could. She watched the box that Rumple seemed to be controlling with the smaller box in his hand. She was in awe. This world had so many strange things that she still had to get used to. As the movie started, she let out a small yelp of excitement and shook Rumple's body a bit, a huge smile plastered on her face.

Rumple smiled as she shook him. Again she was like a little puppy dog, almost quivering in excitement. He rested his head against hers and started watching the movie, though he was keeping his eye more on her. He wanted to gauge her reaction to the movie.

Belle watched the opening of the movie and reveled in the characters likeness to her. She snickered as the female villagers pined after Gaston and her reflective character shoved him off. Once they introduced her father however, she got slightly offended. "That doesn't sound anything like my father." She twisted her face into an aggravated expression, her nose crumpling a bit and her lips pursing.

"I know, your father is a control freak who refuses to let you live on your own and make your own decisions." He should not have said that, as soon as the words left his mouth he knew that she would find them offensive, but what was done, was done.

Belle shut up and stared at Rumple. She gave him a stern look, sitting up straight and pushing away from him. "My father is a good man. He's always only tried to do what is best for me." She slid farther away from him on the couch. "Perhaps if you weren't such a habitual liar and trickster, he would actually trust you with me."

Rumple rolled his eyes. Thankfully she still did not know about how he had tracked her father down and beat the ever loving hell out of him. "Perhaps he should trust your judgement as you are a grown woman and not a little girl. True, you are his only child, but he has to allow you to grow and make your own decisions at some point."