Shirou could feel her eyes on him as he put the finishing touches on the meal he was finishing. As a king, Saber was accustomed to having an entire staff of servants to cook for her. And while Shirou was a far more skilled chief than all her previous servants, he couldn't possible hope to outproduce them all by himself. Thus, Saber now found herself facing a bit more of a delay than she was used to.
Of course, as a king, Saber would never lower herself to the point of admitting her impatience or even allowing it to show on her face. Still Shirou could feel her silently willing him to make haste.
It wouldn't be so bad, but for the fact that Shirou now found himself preparing more and more. Saber would never say anything, but Shirou could see the subtle signs that she wanted more. The way her portions always grew just a little bit each meal, and the faint gleam of disappointment the flickered in her eyes for just a moment when she finished. And yet, even as Shirou steadily increased the size of each meal, they never had any leftovers, and the plates were all but licked clean. Shirou didn't mind the extra work though, he was always happy to see someone enjoy his cooking so much.
Grabbing the first of many dishes, Shirou turned to begin setting the table and saw Saber . . .
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