[ He lives with America; if the boy were in he'd try to put on the suit and terrorize the neighbors. That being said, even if it were placed near the futon it would do little to ruin his place but he does make a note of it. Gratefully. ]

You're my guest; don't worry. I won't disappear while you take care of things.

[ It just gives France a chance to get cozy. Old that he is, it's taking a bit to get used to the low tables. Eventually he'll buckle and look for a cute western style dining set but his money is being set aside for other projects for now. He's sipping on wine while Genbu showers, idly contemplating the blush he'd gotten out of the poor thing before he dashed off.

Ten minutes is nothing for him, which means he's eager to continue the banter when he has a freshly showered guest once more. Of course he'll start by uncovering some of the dishes so Genbu could pick over his selection. France certainly does the same if only to encourage him to go ahead. ]

You only kept me waiting from seeing that handsome face of yours. Again, don't worry. Oh... if you don't drink alcohol I have teas. Coffees...

[ He will always have a fully stocked kitchen. It's just who he is. ]

Imagine my surprise to see such a wholesome video on my feed today given how we met. Charming, really. I now how a nickname for you.

[ The weird...French one. That he'd cut the feed off before explaining to poor Genbu, really. Hopefully the baked fish will help sooth his frayed nerves from having to dash over so quickly. ]