#fannicroy : 004

[henridorleans]

@fannicroy​

it had taken some time before he could face her, but he felt that it had to be done; she was going to be a part of the family. after this, though, he wouldn’t blame her for walking out. he sort of wanted to walk out, himself. but then, that would reflect badly on arnauld, and some part of henri still felt the desperate need for damage control. so he sent a text inviting her to his apartment and threw himself into cooking them a meal – beef stew, based on a goulash recipe he’d tracked down. it was, in essence, a peace offering.

he was a little surprised by the knock on the door. a large part of him hadn’t been expecting her to actually show up; his backup plan was taking the stew to luca’s and letting him eat a real meal for once, rather than macaroni and dino nuggets, or whatever it was his children ate. still, he wiped his hands off and went to the door, trying for a smile when he opened it. “fanni,” he said. “come in, please. i made stew. goulash, actually. i’m sure you’ll find that it’s nowhere near perfect; i’m only really an expert at french cuisine.” and french cuisine hadn’t felt exactly appropriate for this occasion.