Holy Grail Cooking Contest by Lupine Horror
"You know" Harry said "I really didn't envision things happening like this"
He looks over to Shirou who looked back "It is your damn fault. You where the one to suggest a cooking contest!"
Harry looked out into the rest of the Hotel's kitchen they had commandeered. Archer was cooking up a whirl but he seemed to be making the same style dishes Shirou was.
Saber's meals where basic and filling, Assassin was focusing on rice, Lancer had managed a great Irish stew, Rider had made a passable meal of meat and fish while caster seemed to have created some kind of sentient slime that was trying to devour everything.
"Hey, it could be worse" Harry said cheerily.
Shirou just glares at him as Berserker comes through the wall carrying a mangled sheep's corpse.
"You're doing the taste testing" With that Harry felt that maybe, just maybe, turning the fifth holy grail war into a cooking contest might not have been the best idea after all.
