A Food-Lover's Personal Hell [Open]

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When she made her contract with Alaya -- the part of the world that governed humanity -- the girl known to history as the King of Knights had understood that it would involve certain sacrifices. She had been pleasantly surprised to learn that in eras well into the future of her own, good food would not be among them. In fact, the cooks -- she was hard-pressed to call them that -- of her own time were so terrible that she had wondered if food was merely a form of punishment. It was only after she had been summoned as the Servant Saber in the Fourth War for the Holy Grail that she had been awakened to a new reality: eating could be a pleasurable experience. That is, if the food was pleasant to the taste.

Whatever this 'food' was that was foisted upon her was decidedly not pleasant by any stretch of the imagination.

It did not seem to be an unreasonable thing: the little blonde was not especially picky about food as long as it tasted good. A simple but tasty (and large) meal was far preferable to a fancy but bland (and small) one. The indecipherable mass she was served was the worst of all worlds: unidentifiable, small... but worst of all, tasteless.

She accepted her 'meal' with her usual impassive expression, seating herself in silence. Yet, she made no move to begin eating, staring at the slop with no change in her stony mask. However, those sensitive to supernatural phenomenon -- or even those who were simply observant -- would most certainly feel the heavy weight of a killing aura surrounding the otherwise proper and elegant young girl as she sat in morose silence.

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It was as if she had been in the deepest and most darkest of nights, and a bright sun had just risen. With those simple words, Hoshi had earned a loyal and steadfast ally of the King of Knights.

"Only if it would not impose upon you," she replied; she did have her manners to mind. "However, you would have my deepest gratitude."

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Hoshi smiled warmly at the King of Knights and chuckled just as pleasantly as she did with her grin.

"It wouldn't. I love cooking and it's never a chore for me."

Then, it dawned on her that they didn't exchange names as of yet. "My name is Hoshi and it's a pleasure to meet you."

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Saber first answered with something that was not quite a bow, but more than a nod; something like an informal bow. "Well-met, Hoshi. I am called Saber."

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The informal bow was returned with one of her own. She then straightened up and continued to smile. "It's very nice to meet you, Saber. Do you want to go now?"

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The slight ghost of a smile might as well have been the most blinding, childlike grin for all of Saber's understated expression.

"As long as it is not an inconvenience to you."

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Aw, a smile! That meant that she was definitely doing something right. Hoshi stood up from where she was sitting and motioned Seraphiel to come to her side.

After that, she shook her head at her new friend. "Doing things for my friends are never an inconvenience, Saber. I'd be honored to make a meal for you."

[everdistant_utopia]

When was the last time someone had named her as a friend? The Einzbern homunculus, Irisviel von Einzbern, had been the only one to have openly said that word to her. She did not hide her surprise, but it was soon replaced with another slight smile.

"The honour would be mine."

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"All right, then let's blow this popsicle stand," replied the beyblader, not entirely too aware that the lingo would be lost on Saber.

She began to walk, but she waited for her new friend to follow her.

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It was certainly true she had never heard that particular idiom before, but the meaning was clear enough.

With a swift grace, the Servant stood, and though tempted to leave the slop where it was, it would have been bad form. Instead, she collected her tray and left it in the proper place before following.

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Hoshi noticed what Saber was doing before deciding that it wasn't right to leave a mess for someone else to clean up. She picked up her tray, placing it in the receptacle and then she continued her trek to the city where she lived with Sasami.

Seraphiel wasn't too far behind her, either. He followed at her side, flying at the pace that she was walking. He would occasionally rest on her shoulder, though.