Roderich smiled softly as he finished setting up the small tray of coffee and treats, adding some minor hors d’oeuvres that he knew Francis enjoyed; stuffed mushrooms in a light sauce, grilled peach and goat cheese canapés, and his own personal favored item Provencal rosemary almonds. Everything was set just right and he had even had time to shower and tidy the house before the French man was due.
The Austrian had felt it had been far too long since the blonde had been a guest, and was, quite frankly, rather lonely without the company of one he considered a close friend. True Vash would probably dislike the idea of Francis visiting, but Roderich figured all things were rather well sorted out. The French man knew to behave, and the Austrian was bound to not overstep any hard boundaries.
Soft ones, perhaps, but nothing that could be considered inexcusable.
He glanced over the setting once more before taking a deep breath and waiting for the inevitable knock on the door. He had requested Francis arrive at 5 in the evening and it was now bordering on ten til the hour. Surely the other would continue his typical habit of being just slightly early.