(may I?))

((Go for it~))

Knocks on the door, hoping that Francis is home.

home and opens the door for her. "Bonjour, mon ami~"

"Hi!" She says happily. "I hope I'm not troubling you... Coming here unannounced..." She says, a bit ashamed.

shakes his head. "Non! Not at all! Do come in." He smiles, holding the door open so she can come in.

does come in, taking off her overcoat to reveal a not so revealing light blue dress. "I wanted to ask for some help, if you don't mind..."

raises an eyebrow at her, smiling. "Oh~? And what kind of help would that be?"

"I can't bake cupcakes!" She says, taking a very stiff cupcake from her purse. "No matter what I do I can't seem to get the recipe right..."

chuckles, putting an arm around her and leading her into the kitchen. "Ah! You have come to the right place! I can certainly help you with

that~"

sighs, a bit disappointed with herself. "I thought that this time I would've been able to get it right..." She says, following him to the

kitchen, noticing he was already cooking. "Oh.. Sorry! Did I interrupt your lunch?"

waves a hand. "Non, non, not at all! You have actually come at a marvelous time, I am more than in the mood to teach you how to bake!"

smiles and sighs in relief. "I'm glad... I was afraid I would be a nuisance.."

shakes his head. "Non, of course not~ You could never be a nuisance, ma cher~"

smiles happily at him, sitting on a chair nearby.

takes a seat next to her. "Now, ma cherie, what sort of cupcakes are you trying to bake?"

"Vanilla cupcakes..." She says, not quite sure she had tried any other flavour.

chuckles. "Ah, those are not too hard! How about we make them together?"

nods, smiling at him. "Maybe this time the cupcakes wouldn't suck this time. "I'd really like that!"

her a smile, standing up. "Well then, let us start!"

"Da!" She says, looking determined to do good cupcakes.

starts getting all of the ingredients out from the cabinets and placing them on the counter. "Why the sudden interest in baking?"

"I-i...

..I've always wanted to make desserts for my siblings... But they don't seem to like ukranian cuisine at all. So I thought they might like

this." She says, happily smiling at him.

a smile back to her. "I am sure your family would enjoy anything you back for them, mon cher."

"You don't know how picky they are!" She says, smiling a bit when remembering their complaints.

chuckles. "Non, I do not. I am not too intimately familiar with Russie or Biélorussie"

"Yes... They don't have many friends..." She says, suddenly turning a bit gloomy.

a shrug. "I am not sure any of us have a lot of friends, seeing as the only people we *can* be

friends with is one another. And, well, we have all been enemies at one point."