[France places a light loss to Envy's cheek before moving to pick up an individual size sweet brioche. He sets it on a plate and pours a tall glass of water that he brings over to set down on the table. He slides a chair over to sit close enough that their shoulders touch.]

Eat and drink a little something. It will help you feel better tomorrow.

[He looks to the Sylveon at the last part, blinking once as he processes them before breaking into a tired but very soft smile.]

Oh, they're lovely. Are they...

[He cocks his head, openly puzzled.]

What sort are they?