Someone should write a fic where Harry and Fleur playfully debate over British and French food. While on a date or something I can’t see Fleur ever arguing for English food...imagine if for whatever reason she craves it while pregnant or something
“Ze babe, she wants your shitty British food ‘Arry!”
Harry staying up late making Yorkshire puddings. I feel like she'd be affectionately rude to the baby if it did that. Just like
'It's okay this time. You don't know any better. Once you are born we will have no more of this nonsense'
“Zis food is still barbaric ’Arry, but I shall eat it for ze baby”
And then she finally has the baby and she finds she still craves all the ridiculous British food she does it in secret through Harry finds her doing a fry up at 2 am one morning.
Harry knew all along of course, He’s just sitting in bed smirking thinking “I win” What greater victory is there then converting a French culturally? Especially someone like Fleur, Who would sooner shave and eat her own hair Then ever admit to liking English food