14AmyChan-this is the longest story I've written, but if you've noticed, they're all from different POVs. Enjoy *^_^* I don't own Black Cat.

Eve watched as Train got the plates. She didn't understand why Saya hadn't just told Train about the picture she had just been looking at. Train stared at it a lot, too. They both had the same taste, apparently.

Train returned with three plates and handed them out. Eve thanked him and got in line for the pancakes. They were sweet bread and the cook put what you wanted in them. Yesterday, she had gotten them plain, because she didn't want to make Sven feel bad if they couldn't have anymore, but he said that as long as Train didn't mind, she could have what she wanted from the buffet.

What did Train mean 'his little girl'? I don't belong to Sven, he set me free! Eve reached the pancake station and looked over what they had. There was something that rang a bell of when she first met Sven. It was redder than her ice-cream at the time, but it had the same flavor. It was called a strawberry… "I'd like one of those, please" she said to the pancake maker. She pointed to the strawberry.

"That goes on top of the pancake miss, are you sure you want that?" On top? How does that work? "Yes, sir" Eve said as polite as she could. Sven had always been nice to everyone, even if he did hit Train on occasion.

The pancake maker flipped the batter and Eve oohed at the way he did it. That seemed to make the pancake maker smile a little bit, but Eve hardly noticed. He then drizzled a little bit of red stuff-Eve thought it was syrup-onto the pancake and placed four red strawberries on top. All in under fifteen seconds.

"Here you go! One strawberry pancake!" the pancake maker slid the pancake on her plate and Eve stared at it. It looked really delicious. She murmured a quick thanks to the maker and returned to the table. No one was back yet so Eve just sat down and scanned the room for Saya and Train.

They were together at the milk bar. It was a fancy way of saying 'Get your milk here!' because Train didn't go into real bars last Eve checked. Unless it was to get information for a new target, that was the only exception. Eve decided to eat her pancake while keeping an eye on the laughing couple.

The first thing that entered her mind when she took her first bite of the pancake was how warm it was. It was light and fluffy and really sweet and a little sticky. That must have been the syrup. Next she tried one of the strawberries. It was a little juicy, so she wiped her mouth with a napkin. Yet, the strawberry was also sweet and warm and very, very good.

"Now I see it!" Saya said, startling Eve. She had closed her eyes to savor the strawberry. "You like sweets, right?"

Eve looked up to see Saya holding up a small tray of chili and cornbread and Train holding a plate full of spaghetti. "Y-yes, I guess I do" Eve replied, a little slowly. Train laughed a little bit.

"Well, it looks like we all found something to eat, so let's eat!" Train said as he sat down. He grabbed a fork and started bundling up the spaghetti on it. Then he ate the ball. Saya crumbled a little bit of cornbread in her chili and then took a spoonful. Eve just sat there eating one of her new-favorite foods.

It was getting quiet, so Eve decided to say something. "Train, have you ever taken an art class?" as soon as Eve asked, Train started to cough. Saya became very worried "Train-kun? What's wrong?" Train put up a finger and stopped coughing.

"I'm fine" Train said as he smiled towards Eve and Saya. "No, Princess. Why do you ask?" Eve took out a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolded it. She had found it on the floor of the room and saw Train's name on it.

"Because this is really good" Eve showed them a copy of the original. The original, she was going to take to Sven, this one was a 'hair copy'. It was to let both of them know that she had seen it. "Did you just look at Saya and copy it? Because they're almost identical!"

"No, Eve" Saya said. "He drew that so I could see what my hair would look like after I cut it." Saya smiled as she said it. Eve didn't want to pry, so she simply folded the 'picture' and put it away. She then returned to her pancake. It was really good, and Sven was going to want to hear about this…