Good luck pour the new year, tu sais. -moves to drink after him, pouring more once it’s down quite a way- I will, amour, une moment! -pleased at his eagerness to share with him-
*nods, giving his attention back to the food, now knowing France intends to eat something, taking firm hold of the opportunity to enjoy his lover’s ever-magnificent cooking skills*
-forks his own bite, gnawing on the food happily before swallowing it down and peering at him- so! ‘ow is little Romano, hmm?
Romano? He was well the last time he came to visit, we tended my tomato plants together for a while, it was very fun~ Ah, he did complain about the mud that got under his nails a lot, though.