She may not have been at the level of Emiya in the kitchen, but she liked to think she was pretty good. Enough so that when she missed her mom’s home cooking, she could at least somewhat recreate it. Not that she didn’t trust Emiya to make it right, but there was just…something soothing about making it herself.
It made her feel like she was home again…Well, her mom’s cooking was still leagues better than her own, and so was Emiya’s. But that was just her own personal tastes.
“Oh, perfect timing!” she beamed, catching a glimpse of Rider out of the corner of her eye. “Could you hand me a plate, Mom—ah.” Too late she’d realized her mistake, and the word had slipped out. “I-I mean! Um. Uh.” Time to panic.
Was it because of a butchered Mission? No way; it’s a simple mission and she (as a Support) made sure there was no hitch. Is it because she did not got to go with Master to the latest mission? No way; she doesn’t seem to be at least hissy about it judging but her pleasant displacement (and knowing how she is as open as a book when it comes to emotions, it’s not most likely she was hiding it TOO well).
The Red Archer wasn’t around, though, so she might as well call in kitchen duty today.
Just so happens that she was already on her fourth dish (’Fourth’ is an understatement after another Servant requested her to make one of the dish she finished making prior since they ate it all) when she heard someone and was about to greet her Master with a ‘go wash your hands and grab a plate’ when she heard something that she never- not even in the span of her lifetime- heard before.
Or... at least, something that she is fully aware will never hear to her directly in a million years. At least, if ever she’ll still be alive and all.
For a moment, her expression was unreadable (well, not really; more like a mixed of shocked and mildly conflicted), caramel eyes quickly darted towards the young female in a quiet stare for roughly a few seconds.
“I mean... M-Master~! Honestly now, be a bit more polite to your elders lest you get a scolding from them and think you’re not raised properly. Not to mention other Servants will not tolerate such brash behavior~!”
“Well.... I mean, I don’t suppose mind being called a mother, heh, I suppose I can give you a third helping for that.”
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