"Oh-uh, thank you.. i guess....." he says slightly confused at his rather sulky tone..." fish.. and chips..? what do you- OH GOD I LEFT THEM IN THE OVEN! my weave jumps as i run back to my house comically to check on my delicious, glorious fish and chips.* "oh, thank god they're not burnt.... i would have died.. my babies..." i take a big fat bite out of the fish batter, sighing slightly as the flavors melt in my tongue. "never gets old, eh?" as i continue to eat, i mull over Francis’ words, his expression- his tone of voice... he sounded.. dissapointed..? of what? he had tried to show his affection.. did he do it wrong again..? oh, he was such a plonker... "my god, i have to make it up to him somehow... what do those frenchies like to eat? snails?" he goes to his garden to get a fresh one but pauses.. "no. this won't do Francis any justice.. i have to do the real deal....Remy! we've got a serious situation on our hands! we have to make.... Ratatouille."