[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.
A likely story. I see the way he looks at you. [ His lips purse, clearly in deep thought. Clearly. ] Should I be jealous?
[ France harboring jealousy has never been an issue. Hypocrite that he is, he doesn't dive that deeply. He drops the act long enough to hear Austria out in regard to having guests over, only becoming distracted when his touch gets that reaction from his partner. Like he needs Cordis to be grossly affectionate. ]
I wouldn't say no to the idea of entertaining our friends. There's plenty of room to wine and dine them all.
[ Really, a party that France and Austria coordinate is instantly going to be a decadent occasion. He twists and slips closer but it's clear he might be daydreaming about the whole affair. ]
What would a housewarming party hurt, anyway? Shall I request the most ornate paper towel holder I can find? [ Yes. ]
If jealousy is what it takes to keep you wrapped around my finger. [He's also clearly very serious, with tired narrow eyes, and a tone that's ever so slightly hoarse coming through a half-grin.] So be it.
And beer. [It doesn't rhyme with wine or dine, but it must be added.]
Mmm... if we were to have it as a housewarming party I'd feel a little bit guilty making it lavish. Imagine showing up with a practical, modest gift and your host greets you with caviar? It would be prudent to make a choice between showing off and requesting gifts. An awful choice to be sure. ...We've been here long enough; perhaps we've earned our right to be terrible people.
[And then the actual last question registers.] Wait. A paper towel holder? Is that what you've got your mind on?
[ France does his best to sound somber when he hums in acknowledgement to Austria's initial response. He ignores the happy flutter in his stomach at the fact that he's being grinned at or how charming his lover looks tussled and amused of all things. Disgusting. He lets his cheek press against the pillow as the other goes on, laughing at the hypothetical miffed party goer. ]
We could always insist that they just leave the gifts in one of the rooms to be opened in private later on so that everyone can enjoy the party. Caviar and all, though I will probably embarrass myself if it falls along Cordis. A bit of planning on our parts could avoid that altogether.
[ His eyes widen at the shock and he clucks his tongue loudly in the quiet room and leans in to kiss the poor man a few times on the lips. No. He's not smiling. ]
An ornate paper towel holder! [ There's another peck before he just re-emphasizes how grand the decor item would be in their lovely kitchen, all the while worming closer to wrap his arms around Austria as best as he can given their tangling of limbs. ]
You act as if I was lamenting over door jambs or ashtrays. As if!
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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.
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[ France harboring jealousy has never been an issue. Hypocrite that he is, he doesn't dive that deeply. He drops the act long enough to hear Austria out in regard to having guests over, only becoming distracted when his touch gets that reaction from his partner. Like he needs Cordis to be grossly affectionate. ]
I wouldn't say no to the idea of entertaining our friends. There's plenty of room to wine and dine them all.
[ Really, a party that France and Austria coordinate is instantly going to be a decadent occasion. He twists and slips closer but it's clear he might be daydreaming about the whole affair. ]
What would a housewarming party hurt, anyway? Shall I request the most ornate paper towel holder I can find? [ Yes. ]
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And beer. [It doesn't rhyme with wine or dine, but it must be added.]
Mmm... if we were to have it as a housewarming party I'd feel a little bit guilty making it lavish. Imagine showing up with a practical, modest gift and your host greets you with caviar? It would be prudent to make a choice between showing off and requesting gifts. An awful choice to be sure. ...We've been here long enough; perhaps we've earned our right to be terrible people.
[And then the actual last question registers.] Wait. A paper towel holder? Is that what you've got your mind on?
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We could always insist that they just leave the gifts in one of the rooms to be opened in private later on so that everyone can enjoy the party. Caviar and all, though I will probably embarrass myself if it falls along Cordis. A bit of planning on our parts could avoid that altogether.
[ His eyes widen at the shock and he clucks his tongue loudly in the quiet room and leans in to kiss the poor man a few times on the lips. No. He's not smiling. ]
An ornate paper towel holder! [ There's another peck before he just re-emphasizes how grand the decor item would be in their lovely kitchen, all the while worming closer to wrap his arms around Austria as best as he can given their tangling of limbs. ]
You act as if I was lamenting over door jambs or ashtrays. As if!