For the sake of friendliness, Godric tried a couple more times to pronounce her name the way she had, but it made him feel excessively tongue-tied, and he held his hands up in front of his face. "Vic - if you do not mind. I think I am not ever meant to pronounce French names correctly," he remarked with raised eyebrows.
"Different times," said Godric with another light chuckle. "I do not know what else I would do, than the life I have lived and that I will live, but I am glad you not need to know it the same way."
He followed into the kitchen, looking around at the decorations inside the cottage. He could not recall ever spending too much time inside of these, or at least, no regular amount of time that he would ever feel unlike a spectator inside them. The castle had become his home more than he had initially thought it would. "No need." Godric reassured. "I am a simple man when it comes to what I eat. If I can identify it, it is likely fine."
Not to mention, of course, that he was still not over the marvel that was constant home-cooked meals. Helga, Molly, and the others who had cooked for him before might never know how much he appreciated it.