[France had been sitting on the balcony of his Parisian apartment, enjoying a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon and some poncy cheeses.]

[Now he finds himself in the middle of some foreign town, sitting at a small table outside of a cafe in nothing but his silk bathrobe. (But hey, that's pretty modest for him.)]

......Quoi?

[Well. At least he still has his wine.]

That butler would making switching Her Majesty's little monster and his roommate impossible for me.