"Jason, je suis..."
"Oui, vous. On y va."
"Excusez-moi?"
"Vous, et je."
"Ils tous les mêmes, Jason. S'il vous plait, je-"
"Non, Vaas."
"Jason-"
"Silence! ce n'est pas le moment de pleurer..."
Jason took Vaas' hands and leaned his face forward. "Ma chère. Bon appetit." he pointed to a random dinner on the table. Vaas stared at it, before shaking his head.
"Jason, je résister!"
"Non! Bon appétit!" Jason aggressively pointed to the turkey on the table. Vaas shook his head and pranced to the door.
"Bonne soiree..." he whispered, opening the door and running off. Jason stared. That turkey was his pride, and Vaas did not eat it. And he wondered, if Vaas would come back. He also wondered, when this French scene will be over.
