[Sanctuary] [video post] 04
[As the video feed clicks on, somewhat fuzzy at first but clearing up, France can be seen at his desk with an expression creased in contemplation, a pen balanced between his fingers and his palm mostly covering his mouth. He murmurs in French to himself quietly, not having noticed the video feed;]
Starters are done, salads are done, wines... What about dessert... I should check the fridge settings--
[On one side of the desk rests a short stack of books, mostly related to cooking and nutrition judging from the names on the spines, presumably from the second floor's library- the rest of the desk is littered with pieces of notepaper, some covered in scribbles and others with faint sketches. There are even a few scraps folded into the books to mark the pages. One book is open in front of him and France is jotting quick notes onto a pad resting on the double-spread.]
[After a minute or so of this, France pushes aside a few notes and sighs, seemingly finished with what he's been writing. He flexes his fingers and stills, looking down at the double-spread of the nutrition book, before speaking, quite unexpectedly, in English.]
Friday. Just two...
Starters are done, salads are done, wines... What about dessert... I should check the fridge settings--
[On one side of the desk rests a short stack of books, mostly related to cooking and nutrition judging from the names on the spines, presumably from the second floor's library- the rest of the desk is littered with pieces of notepaper, some covered in scribbles and others with faint sketches. There are even a few scraps folded into the books to mark the pages. One book is open in front of him and France is jotting quick notes onto a pad resting on the double-spread.]
[After a minute or so of this, France pushes aside a few notes and sighs, seemingly finished with what he's been writing. He flexes his fingers and stills, looking down at the double-spread of the nutrition book, before speaking, quite unexpectedly, in English.]
Friday. Just two...