"Kagome would you mind cooking for today? The servants who usually do were all dragged into Master's newest adventure." Da Vinci asked the Japanese woman.
"Sure DaVinci. But people better not expect an Emiya level feast!"

Cooking was exhausting. She doesn't usually cook for so many people in one day. But the dinner rush was over, now all that was left was clean up.
"MONGREL."

"Gyaaa!" She spun around to face the golden archer who had burst in.

"Why am I only finding out now that you were cooking for the staff? I demand that you also make me a meal!" She clenched her fist. Was he seriously demanding that she cook for him?! It was obvious that she was finished cooking!

"No way in hell!"

"Is it not a wife's duty to cook for her husband?" Seriously?! He still thought that?! Actually, there were plenty of things wrong with what he just said!

"We're not married! We will never be married! I'm not going to make you anything!" Gilgamesh just waves his hand flippantly.

"It is only a matter of time." He grabbed her shoulders. "But how could you cook for those lesser than you and not for me?!" He began to shake her. "They have been singing your praises and yet I have had none!" She doesn't have the energy to deal with this.

"Alright alright! I'll make you something!" She was released. "But!" She says as she straightens out her clothes. "You have to call me by my name, not mongrel." Gilgamesh raised one golden brow. "But if you complain about my food, I'll send you back to the throne." She really would.

"Hmph, making such demands of the king. But very well, they are simple to do and it stops your hardheadedness. I look forward to my meal, Kagome." Seeing his smug face made her wish that she also demanded that he help clean up too.

"Yeah yeah Goldie, now get out! You're in the way."

She didn't know why she actually put so much effort into making the meal presentable. He was just going to take one bite before shouting about trying to poison him. He better not if he didn't want to get turned into a prism. "Alright Goldie," she called out. "Your food is done." Thankfully there was enough leftover to make some decent yakisoba. She set the plate down in front of him. "But I'm no EMIYA or Tamamo in the kitchen so I don't know what you are expecting." Seriously, her cooking was nothing to write home about. She was just glad that no one complained about it to her. Gilgamesh glared at her. Great, he was rejecting it before even trying it.

"Fool! I have heard the mongrels continuously prattle on about how they enjoyed your cooking! And you did not think to inform me about this?" Like he would even come if she told him. "Now I shall decide if your skill in cooking deserves such praise." As he took a bite she prepared herself for his outburst. He opened his mouth… and ate more.

"Eh?" Wait, he was seriously eating more?! Inuyasha always took one bite before demanding instant ramen. "Eh?" Did she just see him take a third bite?

"Oh? Were you captivated by my eating?" His smug tone catches her attention.

"NO. Its just," was she really going to ask him this? "You… you actually like what I made?"

"I would not have kept eating if it was unworthy of my mouth. Do you doubt my sense of taste?"

"Its just weird. You keep saying that people like my cooking, that you like my cooking even. But when I was alive Inuyasha kept demanding ramen. No one really said they wanted my cooking before."

"They are foolish. You are as well for allowing their opinions to cause doubt within you." He set aside the plate he was eating from. It was empty, he actually ate everything she made. "I suppose I shall have to spend my precious time reminding you of this fact."