"Not in the real world it is not", she retorted quite immediately. There was no way in hell she'd admit Arthur was a good cook. Specially not when he saw the food Francis had to force down his throat to make the other man happy.

"It is sad, non? He has to lose his taste buds in order to say you're food is palatable!", she hissed slamming her gloved hands on the table and standing up to meet the other's feisty glare. "I'm glad he's not dead yet!"