[Christening is exactly the word Austria would use as well; he had hoped to save some of the action until after lunch, but after the look he'd gotten from France he knew it was not to be.]

Let him... you're worried about cucumbers? They're mostly water. That's hardly spoiling. In any case you were the last person to handle the cucumber so he'll think you were the one to feed him.

I'd like to have guests, yes... it's one thing to enjoy a place to ourselves, but it's another thing to be able to welcome people into our home, don't you think? [He croons at the touch on his hip, squirming pleasantly and tilting his head in a way that partially buries it in the pillow. Yes, that's the spot.] Besides, I think our friends here deserve to be party to the kinds of lavish gatherings the two of us are capable of.