The funny thing was, one of the teaspoons had not been an enchanted footman, or scullery maid. It was just a teaspoon, and had somehow gotten included in the magic when all the servants had been enchanted into household wares. So years after everyone else had returned to their natural forms, the teaspoon remained, a shiny little exclamation point teetering all over the white tablecloth, trying to run back and forth between Belle and the former Beast and convince one of them