You eat, I watch
By the time he got back into the living room, to his displeasure, the TV was on again. Ugh, stupid stubborn Frog!
Said frog was currently holding up the little whiteboard he'd gotten him last night, since he had lost his voice too, this time. "You will like it, it's Peter Pan!" Then, catching sight of the platter of what was supposedly dinner, he frowned before adding "Not hungry." shaking his head for emphasis.
"How about this, you be cooperative and eat, and I'll let you watch that Peter whatever thing?" he replied, mind working fast. He was rather surprised when the other gave in quickly, taking the spoon and –after only a slight hesitation- digging in! Well, not that he should be surprised; his cooking wasn't that bad after all. Or it might be that he is simply hungry, supplied the helpful little voice in his head. Never mind, who cares? His food was being eaten. By none other than Monsieur I-cook-like-a-god. Even the toast had a little mouth-sized hole in the middle-where it wasn't burnt. Arthur was rather proud of himself.
The meal was relatively quiet –save for Francis' occasional sniffle, which was rather annoying, but the poor thing's nose was all pink and he sounded like he had both a runny and blocked nose, and so Arthur chose not to comment on the issue. By the time the credits rolled, Arthur had to admit, it wasn't too, too bad, especially considering it was an American production and all... He looked down and felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth; Francis had fallen asleep at some point during the film. Carefully, as to not wake him, he grabbed the remote and turned it off. For the second time that evening, he was stopped from putting it back down. Seriously, it was as if the damned Frog was somehow connected, linked to the device! He could sleep through the whole of pirates fighting and crocodiles and whatnot, yet the moment the screen turns black with that indescribable slightest sound, he wakes?!