francois sometime in the 1880s makes a habit of obnoxiously dropping by ludwig's dance lessons (poor baby is terrible. two left feet.) so he and gilbert can "demonstrate properly" which really just ends with them waltzing around the room far too intensely for like an hour while ludwig wants to melt into his shoes from embarrassment

okay one prufra thing i think about a lot is that gilbert has a very weird, deadpan, off-putting sense of humor and françois just gets it. gilbert fixes someone with that wall-eyed autism stare and says something outrageous like he’s really serious. and françois just goes to pieces from laughter and is still giggling an hour later.

the appeal of frapru to me is grounded in their narrative dynamic of the imperious golden sun prince finding the wretched boy-knight of the monastic order a cute, but ultimately irrelevant, curiousity on the very frontier of Christendom and then centuries later finding himself with a bloodied nose at Rossbach, equal parts horrified and fascinated when it turns out that boy-knight has reforged himself again and again into something resembling a kingdom and, more importantly, an honest to god rival to him. therein lies the key narrative tension and I find it just endlessly delicious.

I know with absolute certainty in my heart that Gil, despite being very much fluent in French, would pronounce hors d'oeuvre as "horse divorce" specifically to make Fran physically try to kill him. this is enrichment for them both.