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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?