It was just another day in Luceti for Saber. Scanning the isles of the grocery store for something to cook. Cooking was still a very new thing for the knight, always used to Shirou doing it for her. And, when she was in the village before, she had taken up getting food that was already pre-cooked. It was never as good as his food, but she could stand it well enough in her stomach. But, how long would she b here? When would she go back to the hill to finally rest in peace? She didn't know. So, until that day would come, she should at least learn to properly cook food herself. Perhaps if Shirou were to ever return, he could see how much she has improved. Even though the last time he didn't even...
She quietly reached out a picked out a packet of thin spaghetti noodles. No need to fret over things that haven't even happened yet. Right now she would need to focus on what is going on. And what was going on was the rumble in her stomach and a discontent frown automatically forming. What was next after the noodles? ...Naturally, the sauce. Sauce is what added flavor. She quickly makes her way down the isle and to the jars--
"Ah."
There were...so many. Which one does she pick? Tomato, Alfredo, Arrabbiata -- so many sauces from so many different parts of the world. She forced a dry gulp. She knew Luceti always had a hearty stock of food, but this was her first time truly witnessing how much they had. It was just sauce and yet the sight of it all seemed so very daunting to the knight, who had never truly learn to cook a full course meal in her life. If she were just a simple girl from her era, such a thing would be simply unheard of. Did Shirou really go through this all the time, just to cook everyone in his home a meal?
...She looks around her surroundings cautiously for a moment, making sure no one else is in the isle, before kneeling down and squinting at the numerous different tomato sauce jars. What should she pick? Which one would be right? Does it matter which one? Don't they all have the same tomatoes used to make it? Saber closed her eyes and let out a large breath of air. Just pick one. It won't change anything, so get it over with. Choose.
Her eyes then opened and she swiftly lifted a jar with one hand by the lid. Before she had a chance to look at the jar she stood up and quickly moved toward the exit of the store with her items. There was no turning back now.
Saber | Fate/Stay Night | Reapp | 8/8 Done!
First Person: Q&A
Third Person: "Lets see..."
It was just another day in Luceti for Saber. Scanning the isles of the grocery store for something to cook. Cooking was still a very new thing for the knight, always used to Shirou doing it for her. And, when she was in the village before, she had taken up getting food that was already pre-cooked. It was never as good as his food, but she could stand it well enough in her stomach. But, how long would she b here? When would she go back to the hill to finally rest in peace? She didn't know. So, until that day would come, she should at least learn to properly cook food herself. Perhaps if Shirou were to ever return, he could see how much she has improved. Even though the last time he didn't even...
She quietly reached out a picked out a packet of thin spaghetti noodles. No need to fret over things that haven't even happened yet. Right now she would need to focus on what is going on. And what was going on was the rumble in her stomach and a discontent frown automatically forming. What was next after the noodles? ...Naturally, the sauce. Sauce is what added flavor. She quickly makes her way down the isle and to the jars--
"Ah."
There were...so many. Which one does she pick? Tomato, Alfredo, Arrabbiata -- so many sauces from so many different parts of the world. She forced a dry gulp. She knew Luceti always had a hearty stock of food, but this was her first time truly witnessing how much they had. It was just sauce and yet the sight of it all seemed so very daunting to the knight, who had never truly learn to cook a full course meal in her life. If she were just a simple girl from her era, such a thing would be simply unheard of. Did Shirou really go through this all the time, just to cook everyone in his home a meal?
...She looks around her surroundings cautiously for a moment, making sure no one else is in the isle, before kneeling down and squinting at the numerous different tomato sauce jars. What should she pick? Which one would be right? Does it matter which one? Don't they all have the same tomatoes used to make it? Saber closed her eyes and let out a large breath of air. Just pick one. It won't change anything, so get it over with. Choose.
Her eyes then opened and she swiftly lifted a jar with one hand by the lid. Before she had a chance to look at the jar she stood up and quickly moved toward the exit of the store with her items. There was no turning back now.