A voice on the wind that he'd always thought pure memory whenever he'd heard it. Now he knew better.

France would reluctantly, and only to a very select few, admit that England's tea was fair. But that wasn't cooking, so nyah.

A challenge very happily met! France let himself move with the song as he added his own practiced frill to the melody. Stirred the pot, then checked the meat without pause, delighting in that added difficulty of keeping up with the cooking while singing.