Saccharine

“Well that’s perfect! Means you might not mind eating after dark. Of course, you’re welcome to eat before then too. I’ll see if Egypt wants to come too, and maybe we can have a little dinner party!” Despite his history of being a troublemaker in the region, he always seemed to be trying to put together iftar dinner parties. There were humans to celebrate with of course, but it just seemed like the sort of thing one should do with other people.

“Right… now I remember… I feel like we’ve had this conversation before…” He supposes it’s for the best… he can’t even imagine how many non-nation kids he’d have had at this point… “Isn’t it okay to dream about it? They’d be pretty kids… probably suuuper nice, like you.”

“Owww!” He whines, taking a step back. “Yes I do! I was thinking about you being a sexy mother of my chi– oh I see. Lo siento… You can kick me again.”

He smiles in return at her when she leans, pulling him to meet her in a kiss. He’s not going to argue that of course. The blonde was an avid lover of all things physical and adoring, especially kisses. And Anneliese was good at giving kisses, too.

He flicks some ash away with a smile, “I do not think I have any plans– any time works for me when you are free. As for food— surprise me. I do always enjoy what you make.” A home cooked meal was always good, especially when it was just the two of them.

It forces her to plant her elbows on the table to keep from slipping, but Anneliese doesn’t mind all that much. So, she smiles against the other, before sitting back down, snickering at the soft smudge of her lipstick against the corner of Francis’ mouth. 

“Why would you do that???” He comes over anyway.

    “If you’re a MILF can I be a… DILF???” He has no issues being drop-kicked. 

“Not fretting feels almost impossible, you know.” He muses a bit, allowing her to take the cigarette when she leaned over, watching her as she breathes in with it. He’d want to offer her one of her own, but something about sharing one like this was more intimate— a feeling he adored.

“I would say there is no need, but I do enjoy your cooking— and a nice, free meal.” He chuckles softly, placing the cigarette between his lips and enjoying the feeling for a moment before letting the grey smoke past his lips, “Let us plan on it then.”

“I’m aware.” She speaks softly, offering a soft look to the other for a moment. Really, she adores Francis, even when she manages to be chronically absent, making a mess of herself in the meantime. So, she watches as he takes the cigarette back, offering a tiny smile. 

“Oh good. I was worried that I had somehow slighted you. That’s apparently not difficult to do.”

“Just because she doesn’t want to sleep with me doesn’t mean she can’t appreciate a work of art, Anna-bannana.” Being as neither of them affiliated with that particular religious institution, he’s pleased she can see the humor in it. “Thanks! Like I said–it’s already going better than last year. Say, you should come over for iftar one of these nights–we’ll make it a real feast. As long as you don’t mind eating late.”

Chuckling sheepishly, he now regretted ever saying anything. He was just trying to be polite… but seeing as she definitely helped him out of a tight spot, he gave in, “What kind of favor do you mean…?” he asked nervously. Hopefully it wasn’t hard labor like cleaning or something.

He frowns, pouting at her at that comment before sitting up straight. He knows she’s teasing, but he’ll still pout at her, crossing one leg over the other and crossing his arms, “Never.”

“Well, if you rather—” A pause, he’s pulling out a cigarette. So much for telling everyone he was quitting, right? “I can help you out if you like. I happen to have some free time.” He almost always did.

“Never? Never.” Anneliese snickers, but reaches across the table to grab the other’s hand, giving it a small squeeze in an attempt to soothe her companion. “Mm, try not to fret too much, darling.”