A Food-Lover's Personal Hell [Open]

[everdistant_utopia]

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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[a_mere_human]

"It was produced by the ship. Which, itself is alive," he pointed out. Though, idly, he had to wonder if a diet of gummy bears and Doritos would be even worse for her than it would be for a normal human.

[everdistant_utopia]

She hadn't been certain just where it had come from, much less what it was. "I see.."

But while Saber was not terribly concerned that it was some supposedly edible thing produced by the ship itself, its taste was another matter. "The ship makes this with our individual requirements in mind?"

[a_mere_human]

"So I've been told."

He didn't know exactly how it was made either. He didn't want to know, really. It was edible and kept him from dying, that was good enough.

[everdistant_utopia]

That was not the most reassuring thought. Suppressing a grimace, she studied her 'meal', attempting to gauge whether or not there was any prana to be had from it.

"Are there many others aboard with unusual dietary requirements?" If there were, then the chances were good that at least it was safe for a Heroic Spirit.

[jesus_is_gundam]

At least Setsuna was honest and straight forward. Despite being not much of a conversationalist.

"I assume so. A good portion of the people here aren't human."