Vingt. [video/action]

[stopblamingme]

[The feed clicks on and there is Canada... with what appears to be flour streaked in his hair and on his face. The way he fumbles with the device a moment makes it seem like he's not aware that it's recording, although after he smooths out his apron he pauses and blinks, before grinning sheepishly

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[yourfaceisscary]

[Awwww Canada socute. He's smiling a bit at that.]

Asking over the network would be the best way. But what festival is coming up?

[stopblamingme]

Some sort of cotton festival, eh? Sounds Japanese.

Ahh, alright then! Hopefully I will get a response!

[yourfaceisscary]

I think they will. They responded to my request.

[stopblamingme]

I'll keep my fingers crossed! I figured maybe they'll show some compassion, considering how small of a request it is..

Otherwise I'll have to think of something else.

[spectrophobic]

[There might be some snickering from the flour streaks, but Liz is trying to be polite and keep it down. It's kinda cute.]

Hey, if you've got room for one more.

[stopblamingme]

[fffft he has no idea but yeah he kind of figures he looks ridiculous.]

Sure! I don't have much but it's enough to practice a few things, eh? Feel free to come over!

[spectrophobic]

[It's enough to make her think your cooking technique is pretty entertaining, anyway.]

I understand. Don't sweat it.

You cooking at your place?

[stopblamingme]

[BE ENTERTAINED. And be glad his cooking skills are better than England's and won't kill you if you try them, Liz. Some good things come from France, once in a while.]

Actually, it's technically Mr. England's, but he said it was alright for me to use it to practice. But it's right next door to America's room, so it's not too far away.