About two hours later they were sitting behind the small rounded table in Francis' flat, knees touching and forks and knives clanking on the plates, enjoying themselves in complete silence. Arthur broke it when he had took a sip of water from his glass. "God, Francis, how I've missed your cooking, the meat just melts in my mouth. It's so delicious I think I might cry. I've done nothing but starved these past days," he said and continued to eat hastily. Francis chuckled and watched his friend, feeling happy and proud. "Oh, what would you do without me?" he jokingly asked and went to the oven to take out the pie. "Die, probably," the Brit said and wiped his mouth after finishing his veal. He took their empty plates and put them in the dishwasher. "You don't have to, mon ami," said Francis who was coating the pie in chocolate glaze with ease. "Francis, it's just the dishwasher," Arthur said and continued to take the dirty dishes which his friend had used to cook them dinner out of the sink and put them into the washer. After finishing, he pushed a button to start it up and turned to Francis. "All done," he cheerfully said and smiled at his friend.
A little later they were once again sitting behind the small rounded table in Francis' flat, knees touching and dessert-forks clanking on the small plates, enjoying themselves in complete silence. Arthur broke it when he had took a sip of wine from his glass. "This is so delicious, you just have to make it every time I have dinner at your place... Well, maybe not every time, I'd probably gain a lot of weight when I eat it every day. No one makes cakes as good as you do," he said and sighed with pleasure when he was munching on a forkful. Francis chuckled and looked at his friend, feeling happy and proud. "I presume that instead of a sweet-tooth you have sweet-teeth?" he jokingly asked and went to the cupboard to get another bottle of wine. "Oh, yes," the Brit said and wiped his mouth after finishing his third slice. He took their empty plates and put them in the sink. "You know you don't have to, mon ami," said Francis who was looking for something to gank out the cork. "Francis, it's just the sink," Arthur said and continued to put the dirty dishes into it. After finishing, he turned to Francis. "All done," he cheerfully said and smiled at his friend. Francis handed him his glass and leaned against the counter. "I'm glad we had dinner together again after a while," he said and clanked his glass against Arthur's. "Me too, but I feel like a douche about it," he said after taking a few sips. "What are you talking about? I have breakfast at your place every morning, I'd say we're even," the Frenchman smiled. Arthur looked as if he wanted to say something more, but hesitated and decided it best not to say. Yet, at least. Francis gave him a curious look but decided not to bother his friend with embarrassing questions.
Arthur was about to leave when he suddenly turned around, almost knocking over Francis, who was walking behind him. "Hey, mind if I ask you a favor?" he asked, a little uncomfortable. "Sure, everything for you, mon petit lapin," his friend said and smiled as encouragement. Arthur smiled back. "Well, since it's the end of April already, I usually go to my parents' place to help with the farm work. All of my brothers come as well, except Robert, my older brother - he's on his honeymoon at the moment, so we're sort of short on hands. And well... I was wondering if you could help us out, you know. I don't invite friends or other people there, only family, but you... you're..." Francis noticed his friend was getting a little embarrassed, but didn't try to say nothing to help him: he thought he looked cute when blushing. Francis shot his eyes open in sudden realization what he had just thought and slapped his forehead. He had tried so hard to keep his mind off things like that. "Oh, no, it's okay, if it's too much of a bother to you, you don't have to come," Arthur shyly said, thinking he had bothered his friend too much. Noticing his mistake, Francis quickly put his hand on Arthur's shoulder and stuttered, apologizing. "No, I just remembered I had... forgotten to pick up my dry-cleaning. I'd love to come and see that place of yours, Arthùr, I'd be honored." The Brit let out a wry smile and wished him a good night. Francis wished him the same and went to bed again with a happy mood in over a while now.