"Merci, Maman, Daddy, we did try our best!" Trish exclaimed with a giggle, throwing her arms up in the air, almost causing her to fall off the back of the couch, but she caught herself. "I’m going to keep cooking until I am, like, perfect at it. I have to be perfect at everything!" She continued to look like she was about to fall, tipping over, but maintained her balance.
Nono giggled along with her sister and brought her fluffy tail up to hide her arms away from her father’s tickle attacks. “Like, sissy~! If you’re perf at everything then where’s the fun in that?” she teased. “But you really like it Daddy? Really?” she asked with a bright smile and hopeful eyes, she did so love making her family members happy.
Ruffling Nono’s hair, Yakko smiled. “Of course I like it! I have to pretend to even if I didn’t.” He held his hands up. “But I do, honestly, I do.” He pulled Trish into an upright position, every time she tipped his stomach lurched, then he wrapped his arm around Fifi. “Thank you, really. Thank you girls.”
"Now girls, your Maman zhinks tu are both parfait in every way." she cooed at her daughters with a gentle wag of her finger. When her husband wrapped his arms around her she smiled blissfully "Of course mon cher~, zhis eez zhe least we could for your birsday~.” she insisted with a kiss returned to his forehead.
She pulled at the Auton’s arm, and with a bit of help from her sonic, managed to get it off and stopped it moving, its fingers twitching one last time before going silent. The Doctor looked at the arm with a satisfied expression, tossing it back towards the skunk.
"It’s all right, I’ve stopped it. There you go, you see? Armless.”
Fifi gasped for air and clutched a hand over her heart as she tried to regain her breath. She looked at the woman incredulously and just in down right irritation when the arm was tossed her way.
"Do you zhink?" she asked sarcastically, before whacking the woman with the arm in frustration.
Ah, she snuck in so quick with that one he didn’t have time to react. So, Yakko sat up and fixed his position so he was sitting with his legs crossed over one another, and gestured for Fifi to take a turn at the lap sitting. She wasn’t gonna be sneaky again. He was gonna keep his guard up.
"Oh…? What can ya teach me, Feef? Can you show me brilliant things?" he wanted to lean on his hand and bat his eyelashes, but he’d hold back for now.
At his sudden change of position, Fifi blinked before smiling coyly. Instead of laying her head down in his lap like he had done, she went for a more Fifi approach and moved over to sit on his lap facing away from him. Her tail curling behind him comfortably as she spoke to him “Oh, zhere are many brilliant and interesting zhings about dating a french girl, mon cher. And so much you can learn~.”
Yakko purred quietly, a tiny little rumbling sound, ears were a weak spot, for him and the siblings. Still, his ever lasting smirk remained, and he eyed Fifi with a twinkle in his eye.
"Of course, duuuuuh. Silly me. I have to remember my culture. Dating a foreign girl has so much homework, and y’know how I never do that stuff." Reaching a hand up, he bopped her nose with one finger.
The ears were a weak spot for the Warners, and their significant others in a way. Fifi just couldn’t resist petting and playing with them, and she was pretty sure Skippy, Charlie, and miss Minerva felt the same way. How can you not when adorable purring is the result?
She bit her lip with a coy smile “Well if tu ever need a tutor, Fifi would be more zhan ‘appy to ‘elp you out~.” she offered and winked down at him. She giggled again at the little nose boop she received and retaliated by leaning down a placing a brief kiss to the tip of Yakko’s nose then sitting back up before he could do anything about it.
He already had a pita chip between his fingers and she finished speaking, eager to try any of the foods the skunk had carefully and lovingly prepared. The Warner couldn’t stop himself from digging in just a bit— not in the style of his brother, but not in a very classy way. A bit out of place for him.
"It’s spectacular, Feef. How do you do it?" By this point he was no longer playing the hard to get game, just had his head straight up in the girl’s lap.
The smile on her face went from prideful at Yakko’s obvious appreciation of her food, to amused as he mad himself comfortable (with her lap as his pillow), to down right blissfully sweet at his compliment. She giggled and began running her fingers through his ears and petting them gently.
She shrugged softly “Eet’s a gift. I am French, one zhing we pride ourselves on eez our cuisine, oui?” she raised a brow at him and gave another saucy smile, though this time it was more out of habit than on purpose.
"Ah, yes, smarty-pants is me! That’s the perfect way to describe me, my pretty skunky." The Warner grinned widely as he leaned closer to the girl, leaning on one hand. "You just know me so well~" He was teasing her, tempting her… and then he leaned back quickly, in a flash, looking around at the food. "So, what’s all this you made, then?" Playing hard to get.
"Heeheehee! Well, as your girlfriend eez eet not my job to know mon beau too too well~?" she cooed. Then she blinked owlishly when the proximity to her boyfriend changed out of her favor, Fifi pouted cutely at him to show her displeasure. But she smiled flirtatiously just as quickly. Playing hard to get was, after all, the couple’s favorite game. Fifi smoothed out her fur and scooted only slightly farther from Yakko as she began pointing out all the different goodies she’d made for them tonight. "Weeeeell~, zhere’s ze sandwiches: Croque-monsieur wis zhe goat cheese substitute for mon poor beau’s allergies. Zhen zhere’s zhe assorted sweet fruits and berries. Some dreamy macarons, and somezhing I s’hought tu would like… A lovely tapenade wis pita chips. Since Fifi knows tu like zhe olives so much~." she batted her eyelashes at him, she’d steadily gotten closer with every dish she named off as the last few foods were closer to Yakko.