[France chuckles, and figures that she seems acquainted enough with the prospect of meeting people from different times that he might as well tell her the truth. Why not? He's in a good enough mood from all the cooking, and he has very little patiene for keeping his true nature a secret, especially from one of his own citizens.]

Well... It was the year 2013 back at home.

[He gives a smile and a little shrug, and as he speaks, he taps his fingers idly against the plate in his hand.]

But if it's any consolation to you, my dear, I wasn't born a hundred years after your time. Quite the contrary, in fact.