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[madurar]

[ Spain adjusts his apron with one hand, tossing a freshly picked tomato up and down, idly, with the other - careful not to bruise the skin or harm the poor fruitvegitable in any way, of course. ]

Ai, France~! [ A laugh, and Spain kisses the tomato with a cook's special flourish ] We have not done this together in a long while, si?

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[francetopsall]

Ho ho ho, oui~! [And he is tying his own apron, a glamorous piece designed by his country's finest]

It's really been too long~! I wonder why we hadn't done this sooner~? [France proceeds to tie his hair back, lest it get in the way of his cooking. He takes cooking very seriously, after all.]

[madurar]

Ahh, hermano, looking fancy as always! [ brb rummaging through the cupboards ] Like the pans you have here! So hightech~!

[madurar]

And we are busy nations. [ siiigh ] It's a bit tiring.

[francetopsall]

Naturellement~! I have a reputation to keep, after all~ [waves hand in the air as he talks] Mmm~? [looks over]

Oh yes~! Since we pride ourselves in our cuisine, my people like to work with only the best~! Can't say I blame them, ho ho ho~ [IS EXACTLY LIKE THAT]