Fran was getting a bit impatient. This happened quite often to be perfectly honest. Even though she was a lot more refined now, she still had that infamous short temper fuse. She looked at Bucky and Leo and gestured over to the food table. "Okay Leo since you're bawwing about Bucky and I not eating and playing the role of our surrogate matriarchal figure, how about you let us go get food while you talk to your older friend over there?" She gestured to the older man who had called Leo over to him. "Or you could always come with us, whichever you prefer, but I'm going to get food."