Coconut Cream Cups

Galahad scrubbed at the plate, softly humming to himself.

Guinevere passed him by, with a cake in hand to put into the freezer, and stopped. It was late already, and they were cleaning the kitchen - Gawain was over at the oven, a string of colorful curses escaping as he glanced at the charred remains of a fruit cake they forgot.

"What's happened that you're in such a chipper mood?"

"Hm?" Galahad blinked and beamed at her, putting down the sponge. "My cousin called - she's coming over to visit soon!"

He saw the pondering expression on Gwen's face, before a spark of recognition gleamed in her eyes. "…Matthew? The shy girl who hid away when she saw me or Lancelot when I was invited by your parents to tag along to your grandparents' home?"

That was five years ago. Galahad and Lancelot did their best to convince their parents to let her come along as well, even if he wasn't awake by then. She ended up meeting his cousin who - contrary to her normal behavior - stammered and shot shy glanced over to them, mostly hiding behind the adults.

He'd kept contact with her over the years, and still teased her mercilessly over it.

"Yes - there's a bit of a story behind her visit, though."

Guinevere smiled. "Alright, I'm all ears, just let me bring this cake to the freezer.

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"So! I'm listening."

Galahad smiled. "Well, Matthew managed to get into an exchange program supported and financed by her school. So she went to America and-"

Guinevere rolled her eyes. "Galahad, you already told me that when she actually went. Three years ago."

He smiled sheepishly. "W-well, anyway, she met someone over there, and he managed to win her heart quite fast. They've been in a long-distance-relationship ever since, and Matthew wanted to visit him again."

A smile crossed the Queen's lips. Young love, how cute. "I'm happy for her, then. What's his name?"

Galahad's answer was immediate, "Ritsuka Fujimaru - he's half Japanese, half American, and studies IT."

"I see." So he probably didn't have the time or money to visit himself. Guinevere had to smile at Galahad — he always saw Matthew as a younger sibling, rather than a cousin, regardless if she was older than him. Guinevere later found out that the girl lived with his grandparents, after her parents died when she was young, and before Lancelot's family moved to Britain, she and Galahad were almost inseparable.

He continued. "So she's coming over, because she got a job near - Matthew's been working to get enough money together ever since finishing school, to visit Ritsuka again. Until shortly ago, she worked in the Louvre - amongst others - but the offer here in London was better."

Guinevere laughed. "Lucky her, able to see the works of da Vinci. Where will Matthew be staying?"

"She'll be spending the weekends over at our home, but her new work got an apartment nearby." Galahad's smile softened. He couldn't wait to introduce everyone to his cousin.

"When will she arrive?" The Queen's question shook him out of his thoughts, and he blinked.

"Two… yes, in two weeks."

"Wonderful, then we'll have enough time for a surprise cake!"

Red Velvet Skillet Cookie

She was back at the orphanage.

Her family left her, again.

Jack sighed dejectedly, plopping down next to Hans. Edward, Henry and Alice were sitting around them in a small circle, having hurried over as soon as they heard that she'd be back.

"I could kill them." Edward glanced over at her in something akin to sympathy, but she couldn't be sure - he was erratic, so his mood could change in the next second.

"Ed, no." Henry sighed, but even that sounded half-heartedly.

Jack shook her head and clutched the small book Alice had gifted her prior to her newest adoption. "I guess… it's better like this?"

Her voice sounded miserable even to her own ears. At the other's incredulous look, she cleared her throat. "I-I mean, it was out of the city anyway… so I didn't really have any contact with-with you guys, you know? A-and…"

She clutched the book even tighter, a well worn copy of common fairy tales.

Hans snorted. "Obviously — because you look so happy. I agree with Hyde over there, this has to stop."

"Ana is already giving the 'parents' an earful, you'll have to wait." Henry smiled slightly at the small smile that found its way across Jack's face.

"Good for him." Hans grinned. All of them rather liked the detective, if only because he didn't treat them like children.
And because it was so easy to get under his skin.

Alice sighed. "Really, you-! Jackie, you can sleep over anytime you want, mama won't have anything against it."

"Thanks, Alice." Jack smiled at her friend, their erstwhile conflict forgotten and put past them.

There was a short beat of silence, in which the children listened in on Agravain's lecture and the surprised yelps of the dad and mom — they couldn't understand anything, but by the volume of the voices it probably wasn't a nice discussion.

It was sad; especially because the child assassin only wanted a family that loved her- her first method of acquiring such a thing wasn't exactly the best, but it seemed that the aura of death followed her into this second life. She sighed again, thankful for Alice as she huddled closer to her, and for Henry's supporting hand. They stayed like that for quite some time, until—

"Someone's entering - it sounds like Ana." Edward glanced up, eyes sharp and focused.

The door opened not a second later, an annoyed-looking detective walking in. "Sorry that it took so long," he closed the door behind him audibly, "we had more to talk about than a nice, long chat."

Edward shrugged and Hans smiled quite malicious, but Jack didn't move.

A steady sigh later, she smiled slightly. "Thank you."

Agravain shook his head. "Those people don't know what for fools they are, sending you back again." His look darkened, as he muttered "ungrateful bastards," but Jack shook her head.

"They-they don't want creepy children."

It was so silent that it could have been nothing, but Agravain heard her and nodded once, sharply. He didn't pity her, probably, and it was refreshing to see someone who had nothing to say about the matter.

There was another second of silence. "Right." The assassin-detective turned back to the door. "Watson, Moriarty, Ripper, we're leaving, get your clothes."

The twins got up at the mention of their ridiculous nicknames, the others standing up to say goodbye, but the whole room froze suddenly.

Henry had a funny look as he asked, "What?"

Agravain glanced back. "Didn't you lot hear me? We're leaving."

"Um, yes, but before that…?" Agravain glanced at Jack, who looked as confused as Henry felt. "We. Are. Leaving. Watson. Moriarty. Ripper."

Jack pointed owlishly at herself after another minute passed in which nobody moved. "Me?"

"Yes! Or are you deaf?"

He glanced into the round again, being met with blank stares. "Look, I'm in a bad mood as it is, it's raining outside, I know, everything's filled out, so will you please get your stuff and we go home?"

Alice was the first to break the silence as she swung herself at Jack, laughing.

"It looks as if you got your wish after all." Hans smiled at her - actually smiled!

Jack felt tears forming and threatening to spill as Henry grinned and Edward ruffled through her hair, Agravain pretending not to notice.

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Jack woke up slowly, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. Blurred shapes started making more sense as she looked around, noting that she was in the detective's office, judging by the papers piling up in the corner of her vision.

She closed her eyes again, contently snuggling into her strange pillow.

She was adopted - hopefully for the last time. It was unbelievable.

"Are you awake?" The voice came from above her, and Jack frowned at the loudness. She wasn't, obviously, because all of this had to be a dream. Still, she opened one eye, sleepily glancing upwards, into Agravain's blank face. His hand seemed to be hovering in the air.

Jack smiled and mumbled something, pretty sure that he hadn't heard her anyhow, and snuggled back into her strange pillow.

Agravain had heard.
He blinked at the child, noting that she had fallen asleep again. "Great," he mumbled, "what did I get myself into?"

Still, he let Jack sleep in his lap and patted her head awkwardly in what he hoped was an affectionate motion.

And that concludes Agravain's mini-arc. I had this planned from the very beginning of his introduction, because he's one of the knights most affected by the new environment.
Well, now he got himself a Happy Assassin Family! :D

And we (indirectly) meet a certain someone in Galahad's Dessert ;)

And onto the Reviews:

AgnatarelForester: Maybe, maybe not; I'm not too sure about it

Delca: Haha, well, I took what I was offered and I'm glad to be of help xD
It's nice to know that my OCs seem to be so well-liked, that means they are not Mary-sues.
About the kiss; that is indeed what happened at the very end of the last chapter ;)

Vhosek: Well, he does have E-Rank Luck, so it was a given ;3
And showing the moment takes away from it's wonder, so to speak, don't you think?
There'll be more Moments between Shirou and Artoria like that in the future, but other's have priority

GhostXavier: I think 'dear ol' dad' would've resulted in... drastic measures if that were the case, no?
Truer words were never spoken xD Thank you very much!

A 'Reincarnated' writer: Hehe, that it is xD
The Gem crafting is... hopefully coming along?
Aww, thanks :)

Isame Kuroda: Marianne... well, you know how the saying goes? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? Imagine that.
Maybe I'll do that one day ;D

chiufan95: It's... complicated. They remember everything up to Grand Order (because that kind of makes this fic a moot Point) so Lancelot remembers what little he could from Fate/Zero, Mordred remembers Apocrypha and so on, but other Servants remember more. That'll actually be a main focus of a future dessert, so please be patient until then :)

And as always,

Happy Baking Everyone!