"Oh...I-uh, thanks," Bruce replied with a grin, nodding at Beauty's remark about Effie being lovely. It was good that everyone was getting along for now.
It was then Bruce found himself once more in Beauty's cottage, and this time it was a relief she wasn't throwing tea items at him. He took a curious look at the flute that had appeared in his hand, something he would pass off to someone else in a moment or two.
He took a moment to glance around the room, ignoring the glares he was getting from both the strange, short man on the couch and his father-in-law. Instead, the scientist made himself smile and wandered off to find his wife. And hopefully be rid of the champagne. Bubbly didn't do well with volatile rage monsters.
"Thanks, Beauty," Bruce said almost uncomfortably, clearing his throat as he pressed further into the familiar layout.