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We finally got off the plane at 10:45am, slightly jetlagged but also we don't sleep normally so it hardly impacted us. We got our bags and everything and finally found ourselves back at my little apartment.
"Welcome to my humble abode. As they say, ma maison est ta maison," I smiled, opening the door.
"I have literally never heard a single person say that, Cam."
"Well typically they say it in spanish. Y'know, mi casa es su casa," I laughed. We walked inside and I gave him a little tour. To be fair, there wasn't just to tour, the apartment was fairly small. I showed him to the guest room and he unpacked. He finished unpacking at 12, and we ate frozen pizza for lunch, before going out for our expedition of the day. We bought some groceries for a video we had been planning to film. We came home and started filming.
"Hi guys! So, sadly we are no longer with everyone else in Florida, Ranboo is back in France with me though! And today, we're going to be making an American try French food!" I exclaimed
"I'm so scared." Stated Ranboo. I shoved them playfully.
"He's excited. Don't listen to him." I said. Ranboo just shook his head.
"Anyways!" I clapped my hands. "First, here we have palmiers! If you don't know what that is, it's just a puff pastry! Similar to a croissant, but no yeast. Here you go!" I handed it to them. They took a bite.
"Oh, that's so good," He nodded.
"I know, right! Okay, now pork rillettes."
We went through our list of food. They liked some and hated some others. As soon as the video finished, I checked my phone to see a text from my very own mother.
