Amelie Lumiere is the sort of Poodle who is all curls and clever ideas held in place by an almost convincing schedule. Anyone within earshot of Amelie Lumiere eventually hears the theory that the soup stalls were once a court of small judges. Bakers slip Amelie Lumiere the fresher biscuits near the council fountain and pretend they did not. Amelie Lumiere would trade a clean answer for a better question on most days.