| [Mar. 16th, 2010|02:56 am] |
"Not to interrupt this...ah..." Francis smiles, a combination between amusement and something completely inappropriate for the situation, "moment." He says for lack of a better word, and he pushes his way out into the yard. Francis forgets his thoughts for a quick second to blatantly look Gilbert over, smiling to himself, and continuing.
"But, I don't suppose you'd need any assistance?" He puts his hands on his hips and gives the brothers a smug look -he'd overheard Roderich saying something about dessert and at least Feliciano could cook. Francis had grown accustomed to his home country's tastes, after all. He wasn't sure if he could handle a bland (German) meal and an equally bland (Austrian) dessert. At least the wine would suit him.
"I mean with the food, of course." He adds, tilting his head back a little to look at the two over his nose slightly and gives them the most innocent smile he can despite the situation. |
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