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“Nu uh! Still over a thousand year’s older then you! Soo I can still claim you as my dearest daughter~”

“Besides! Baguette and Momber sound adorable~! Just like how you look my dearest daughter!”

“That doesn’t count! If you died at nineteen, you’re nineteen!”

The Archer turns the breaded shrimp in the frying pan, stirring it, not having paid attention to the padding feet coming behind him, having actually fully expected a “gao” and not an actual human voice, causing him to nearly drop the pan.

“Illya!” he says in a bit of shock. “I hadn’t expected you to make an entrance here. what brings you over?… In case you’re wondering…” he says, “it’s breaded shrimp. They’re things saberchan and Altria seem to favor but are a bit time consuming to make. Do you want to try one?” he ask.

@grailedvessel

A small laugh escaped her at his surprised reaction, a smile tugging at her lips. “Did I scare you?” she asked teasingly, tilting her head to the side. That had been funny, honestly. She’d have to try that again sometime. “I just had to get out for a while, so I thought I’d stop by!” Going stir crazy was hardly fun, plus it was more entertaining to be around here, she thought.

“Breaded shrimp?” She gave a thoughtful hum as she tapped her chin. “Sure! That sounds good. I’m not surprised it’s something they like though. After all, you’re the one who cooked it.”

“Looking at the current year? I have no rightly idea how old I am now. But I was nineteen when I died!”

“Besides, what’s wrong with Momber, my dearest Baguette?”

“....Drat. Still, our ages are too close for you to be my mother.”

        “ good, good ! “ she’s now hugging illya &. kissing her forehead. what a softie

“Aww sweetie, you don’t need to be so rude to me. You will soon find out i’m actually really nice for a servant.”

“But such a wonderful name, Illyasviel. I’m Gareth, but you can call me, Saber, mom or Momber!”

“...How old are you even, anyway?” grumbles.

Something smelled good, though she wasn’t sure what. Following her nose brought her to the kitchen, surprised to find the Archer there. Well, maybe not entirely surprised. Still, curiosity won out as she stepped closer, rising on her tiptoes to peer at the dish he was making.

It wasn’t something she recognized though. Maybe Japanese cuisine? Well, it wasn’t like she was all that familiar with most dishes. Usually only whatever was prepared for her.

         squishes her cheeks. “ you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean, illya ! “

“Well you said their not around, and you are clearly in need of one. So i’m adopting you one way or another soooo if you don’t give me your name, daughter. I will name you myself.”

“I’m not going to replace them! Don’t be an idiot. You couldn’t compare to my mother anyway.”

“In that case i’m your new mom now. So does my daughter have a name?”

O SHIT MOM’S HERE ABORT ABORT

“I’m still over a thousand. Sooo, bad child.”

Her lips pulled up in a smile, her hands clasped behind her back. An innocent enough expression, were it not for the underlying malice that lurked just beneath the surface. She tilted her head to the side, pausing in her swaying just for a moment.

“Say Lancer, how good are you at killing people?” she asked, a small giggle escaping her. “Of course, I’m perfectly willing to let you run wild all you want. There’s just something personal about this for me.”

It was stifling sometimes, to be so cooped up sometimes. Especially when she’d spent the majority of her life cooped up in that stuffy castle. It was far too big and empty for her tastes. It was a perfect day outside too, it’d be a waste to spend it indoors.

“Rider,” she called out, hopping up from her seat, “would you accompany me somewhere? There’s a cafe I’d like to try out.” A special cheat just for today.

“Bad child!”