Not near as good as French cuisine, though. His cooking is far more complex.

...Like this damn song. France sent a mock annoyed look at his nephew, but really, the laughter in his eyes didn't dim as he tried to meet the challenge, and failed. He just wasn't the bard Maglor was, and even less so now.

And where France would have sulked and thrown fits because he was bested again, the part of him that remained Finarfin took joy in Maglor's powerful talent used in play, rather than despair. And that was the part that shone through, tamping down any irritation with his lesser skill.

Besides. He'd find more ways to tease Maglor, and draw out the old light he remembered from before all the pain and suffering that had torn their family apart.