I mean, if they wanted they could have made Lumière and Cogsworth the married couple we always knew they were instead of doing this. Develop their relationship, make Lumière’s incessant flirting an avoidance mechanism to make up for his pining for someone who he thinks indifferent and Cogsworth’s distant attitude a way to negate his feelings as what he thinks an act towards objectivity which he needs to fulfill his job the only way he knows how to. They could have made Mrs. Potts the friend who’s in the middle, seeing her favorite people act like dumb idiots but who also knows she has to let them find their way on their own. They could have made them confess their feelings at the end, as they talk about their bet, after seeing true love changing them, both literally and metaphorically. Fifi/Babette wouldn’t mind in the end, she would not only understand, after witnessing this she’d find the courage to ask Madame out on a date involving pretty dresses and a night at the opera. I don’t know, I’m not trying to write a b&b fic here, I’m just saying that nobody deserves to be tied romantically with Gaston, that’s the point of the movie, and if you want more representation you can do better than making it through a man devoted to a toxic abusive asshole. Howard deserved better.