Laura I take away your privileges to speak French.
Quoi.
Non.
[Francis abruptly puts a finger over her lips, closing his eyes as if he was in pain.]
Non. Parles pas. Je te permets pas. Parles dans l’allemand maintenant.
You are not the boss of me, Francis. Désolé.
[Gently moves his hand away and pats his shoulder.]
There is always next year.
[Francis collapses into her arms, hugging her tightly.]
But why did you not even give me one point.
Because.
You were not that memorable. :^(
Laura I take away your privileges to speak French.
Quoi.
Non.
[Francis abruptly puts a finger over her lips, closing his eyes as if he was in pain.]
Non. Parles pas. Je te permets pas. Parles dans l’allemand maintenant.
You are not the boss of me, Francis. Désolé.
[Gently moves his hand away and pats his shoulder.]
There is always next year.
I can ruin your life. :^(((((((
…I am torn between challenging that statement and ignoring it.
I do not think either of those are the reactions you were hoping for.
…
[Proceeds to pull him in a headlock and starts messing up his pretty pretty pretty hair aggressively.]

Nooooooooooooooogiesssssssssssssssss dear Luca.

So, how is Eurovision this year?
…Oh, disregard that question, I already know―tasteless, dry, boring and ridiculous, just like it has been for the past two decades…
Carry on~
If you don’t vote for your big sister, Luca—
I am not voting for a performance that I did not see. Empty threats are not going to persuade me either, Laura.
I can ruin your life. :^(((((((
So, how is Eurovision this year?
…Oh, disregard that question, I already know―tasteless, dry, boring and ridiculous, just like it has been for the past two decades…
Carry on~
If you don’t vote for your big sister, Luca—