She swore she just had been very very hungry that night.
Tiptoeing, she sneaked into the kitchen and pulled out a bag of potato chips that Shirou purchased some days ago. The barbecue flavor was indeed satisfying, she had to admit that she felt blessed for being summoned to this era. Crunching on her eighteenth, the sliding door suddenly opened and the lights flickered on.
"What are you doing?"
She knew who it was, so she continued to munched the chips. "I'm starving," she reasoned, "Want so-?" Mordred stopped dead as he saw her father, still glorious in her yellow pajamas, stood by the entrance with an unpleased expression written all over her face. In fact, it scared the former Knight of Treachery to the very least. She gulped.
"F-Father…"
A vein popped on Arturia's forehead. "Damn you," her teeth clenched altogether. After all, she was the one who had requested the snack to be bought for herself. The ad said it was the most heavenly thing ever (perhaps better than Avalon, she thought to herself); but the hope was gone now.
"Father! I was just-"
"I WAS GOING TO EAT THAT, MORDRED!"