France pets gently at Canada's hair, smoothing it carefully away from the boy's forehead and making it a bit more even. Oh, the boy was so precious...

"Hm... Unfortunately, I don't believe that I can borrow anyone's kitchen around here," France murmurs, inwardly rather peeved at that. "There also isn't a market in this town for some reason. I suppose we will just have to make do with some foraging for now. Come along."

He began to move them off towards Route 29, ready to get out of the entranceway to Hell.

Marianne gives Sedna an expression that clearly conveys are you mocking me?. Yeah, probably not.