probably could, being no stranger to flambé, but would be honestly more impressed to see England doing it himself.

he'd need to actually see you do it before he believed that...blasted frog, you could probably do it, too. A-And of course he could,

that sort of thing is easy with the use of magic.

have to do a bit of research and demonstrate for Arthur, then! And, really, it would be more impressive if he could do it without 'magic',

but thinks he'd run the risk of singing off those magnificent eyebrows in the process. And that would be dreadful. Oui.

chucks a novel at your head for the comment on his eyebrows-really, the size is completely natural, you git!! He'd, erm...like to see you

do that, though, actually...but if you make me come across the Channel to do it, I still refuse to go to Paris after that one incident..

ducks! "Natural for an out-of-control weed, perhaps~!" oh, sick burn. "I will figure it out, on the condition that you

come to see it." That sounds like a fair compromise, right?

glares at you instead, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. That was one of his favourite novels, too..."...alright, that sounds

like an acceptable condition."

"Wonderful." And he'll give the book back. Maybe. Eventually. "I'll be sure to impress you, not like it will be very difficult."

you better give it back, else he do something cruel and irrational. "Don't put on airs, frog...and are you implying that I'm easily

impressed?"

"Non." Except yes. Yes he is. "Though, who wouldn't be amazed by such a presentation?"

glares at you again, if only for good measure and because he feels slightly insulted. "...mm. I suppose you've got a point there."

"Of course I do." He sounds pretty pleased, and doesn't really notice the glaring. "You could learn a thing or two about the

presentation of you food from me, that would give it at least some merit!"

"Don't talk to me about merit and presentation,frog...m-my food is plenty delicious enough,so I don't need to bother to make the meal

flashy..." The glare quickly fades and is replaced with a pout.

"But surely it would improve people's opinions," he laughs a little. "Someone might be more willing to eat your cuisine if it

at least looked nice." And not as terrible as it tasted.

contemplates that, wondering if it would be worth taking advice from France to get more people to eat his food. "..personally, I don't

think there's anything wrong with the way it looks now, but...what do you suggest?"

'Nothing wrong,' he says. Francis can't help but chuckle at that remark. "Well, an easy way to improve a meal's appearance is to use

foods with lots of different types of food for color." That would also entail the food not be burnt , either.

"...colour?" He blinks, a mental image quickly forming in his head-so the frog is suggesting that he make a bloody gourmet rainbow on his

plate...? What on earth? "...I see. So, a wide variety...of different coloured foods?"

"Of course!" he pauses. "But not too many, then it's just overbearing. And make sure they taste good together. I wouldn't put it

past you to pair up something like... oranges and beef."

simply glares at him in response, eyebrows twitching slightly. "A-As if, you git....besides, I'm sure that oranges and roast beef, maybe,

would go perfectly well together." He pouts crossing his arms over his chest.

grimaces a little at the thought. If anyone could make that particular combination taste good, it was definitely, definitely not Arthur.

"If you must try it, please warn me first, so I know not to come over."

"...right, then. I'll be sure to make it as quickly as possible and shove it down your throat." His frown deepens slightly, and he looks

even more annoyed than before if that's possible. "Hmph..what would you know about it, anyway?"

"A fair bit more than you, I'd like to think," he says with a heavy sigh. "And there's no need to be so defensive, I am just

trying to help~"

"Defensive? I'm not being defensive..." He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and beginning to pout again. "Help indeed...why don't

you actually do something, then, rather than just talking, hm?"

"You don't think my advice is helpful?" He asks with a mock-pout. "I suppose I could always give you a... hands on lesson."

does his very best to pretend that the blush rising to his cheeks is purely based on annoyance. "W-When hell freezes over, you git..."