Mal's date disaster

                                    

                                          
"Would you like a hot hors d'oeuvre?"
                          
"Yes, please. Mmm! This is the best thing I've ever had."
                          
"So, you like it?"
                          
"I more than like it. I, uh... mmm-- so like it."
                          
"Beef ragout?"
                          
"Yeah. This is amazing."
                          
"Did I surprise you?"
                          
"Oh, yeah, you surprised me. This is every single dish Mrs. Potts made for my parents."
                          
"What did it take you? Three days?"
                          
"You know, don't even ask me."
                          
"Yeah. Well, it means a lot that you stopped and did all this for me. Especially with all the craziness you've been put through. I've missed you. We don't get much time to be just us anymore."
                          
"I know."
                          
"You can't take me anywhere, right"
                          
"Uh..."
                          
"Do you have a-- Do you have a napkin or something?"
                          
"I do! I packed some."
                          
"Oh, there is--"
                          
"I think I stowed them away. I can grab them."
                          
"What's this?"
                          
"I actually threw that in there super last-minute in case it rained or--"
                          
"Speed reading" spell. "Blonde hair" spell. "Cooking" spell. And I was giving you props for fitting in so well, for doing your best."
                          
"Take back this moment that has passed. Return it-- Reverse it--"
                          
"Are you trying to spell me right now?!"
                          
"Ben, it has been so hard for me!"
                          
"Yes! Some things are hard! Do you think learning to be king has been easy for me?"
                          
"No!"
                          
"I thought we were doing this together!"
                          
"Ben, we are in this together."
                          
"But we're not, Mal. We're not. Y-You've been keeping secrets and lying to me. I thought we were done with that. This isn't the Isle of the Lost, Mal."
                          
"Yeah. Believe me, I know that!"
                          
"Then why are you doing this?"
                          
"Because... I'm not one of those pretty pink princesses, Ben. I'm not one of those ladies from the Court. I'm a big fake, okay? I'm fake. This is fake. This is fake. Take this feast, this sumptuous meal, return it back to what is real. This is who I really am."
                          
"Mal."
                          
"No. No."
                          
"Peanut butter and jelly is my favorite!" Back in her room
                          
"I don't belong here. Okay. Okay. Okay. Let's blow this popsicle stand. Yeah? Noble steed, proud and fair, you shall take me anywhere. Okay. Whew. Please work. Oh!"