"You've been eating like a bird all week. You're making me worried!"
"I'm eating! I just want to finish this blanket quickly!"
"Who will win… Boudica's unending concern or Naomi's rigid work ethic?"
Light laughter and friendly bickering flew through the Salon's peaceful, lunchtime atmosphere. A few more groups had found lunchtime refuge in the salon, but its serenity was still unmatched for the knitting quartet. Seated at their usual set of chairs and ottomans, the tiny group remained a symbol of longevity and routine bliss. Even with the ebb and flow of new faces and friendships, these four retained their tightly knit bond.
With a playful huff, the uniformed employee finally stopped working on the large white blanket in her lap. She picked up her sandwich and took another nibble as Medea smirked. The caster quickly returned to her own work that formerly rested atop her black, modest wrap dress: A gold accented winter cap. Vlad, sitting in his favorite silver lined, black robe seemed to be on the finishing touches of a pink shawl for Elizabeth.
Satisfied that her dear friend was eating properly, Boudica nodded with a maternal smile. Ever mindful of her large bust, she adjusted the top of her cherry patterned, white sundress before she made a quick glance to her nearby yarn basket; It appeared Whiskers scampered off with another of her yarn balls, but she brought many for that purpose. After she glanced around for the hidden kitten, she giggled and happily resumed her work while she relished being in her favorite company.
Boudica felt blessed she had fit in so rather perfectly last December. For months, the original trio had been a curiosity to the social vagabond. While she had many she could call her friends, she was usually just wandering between groups until she tried to join them; Being accepted had been worth the slight nervousness.
"Think the others will be home for dinner this time?" Naomi asked. Boudica couldn't help but smile at the word. Home… That was a beautiful description of Chaldea.
"Maybe, maybe not," Vlad answered simply. "All we do know is that Gabby will be wolfing down Boudica's meal faster than Iskandar."
"At least they're alright. Roman said it's just a long, unfortunate road trip," the rider chimed in. "Maybe they'll have a nice souvenir or two?"
Despite having servants on standby as emergency reserves for the malignant singularity, there was no look of stress or anxiety on those chosen. Though the heroic spirits remained vigilant since only Gudao remained in Chaldea, life went on casually. The first scheduled, multi-day singularity was approaching its end, and she pondered cutting her personal day short to help make dinner a touch more commemorative. There would be a few days break before the second one so the masters and servants could rest a bit.
Otherwise, all was mundane and calm, even as Chaldea's scans for Solomon's domain continued endlessly.
This atmosphere made Boudica happy, for she knew too well what the cruelty of war can inflict on the souls of others. Although she remained secretly fearful of the absolute worst, it made her happy knowing the employees and servant garrison gladly went about their unique yet ordinary days; She would too. This simplicity was something worth relishing as a treasure gifted at the end of tragedy's road.
After everything she'd been through, Boudica ceaselessly sought to create beautiful moments that eased the pain and regret of yesterday… both for herself and others.
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Fragment 66: Nature to Nurture
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An hour past lunch, and her break day was already momentarily paused.
Though her knitting stuff remained with her friends, Boudica was already helping out her fellow cooking girls. Kiyohime walked beside her in an almost sparkling new pink kimono with white obi. Tamamo followed behind them, wearing a rather plain blue one by comparison. They carried small tray baskets filled to their brims with an assortment of cupcakes, and the two would have had to make two trips if it wasn't for Boudica.
The queen glanced back to Tamamo, who gave her a playfully exasperated but thankful smile. "Right back to them after this. You've been overdo for a vacation."
"Yes ma'am," Boudica answered with a sigh, making Kiyohime giggle.
It took a bit of persuasion before they relented, especially because it was supposed to be her first day off in months. She couldn't help it though. The rider loved to help out wherever she could, especially if it was with her friends. Since it was in her blood to care, it never truly felt like a chore either. Even if it wasn't, making others smile certainly served as enough of a reward for the former queen.
Yet, if she were to be honest, her constant acts of kindness and compassion were also her atonement. Though many can argue she was right for leading that vengeful rebellion, she couldn't see it that way. Two wrongs didn't make a right, and even if she desired to stop Rome's atrocities on her tribe and homeland, how many had she committed herself? In war, there were often no innocents among those who fought, and she had the blood of many on her hands.
Perhaps everything was balanced in the end, but she would continue to chide her own vengeful heart. As compassionate and accepting as she was now, her heart still occasionally pined for those taken from her; It cried for action, but she would not listen blindly again. Instead, she'd bury the pain under a mountain of precious moments she'd cherish forever. She'd come to terms with her past, and even if she could not completely forgive Rome, she strived to always be a better, caring person this time.
Passing down the last corridor, they arrived at a set of double doors designed with Eastern aesthetic. The trio looked to each other outside the shrine's doors as Tamamo instructed quietly. "We have a table set up for the cupcakes. It'll be in the dojo down the main hall."
"If Okita is here early, expect her to just grab one. She loves the sprinkled cinnamon treats and you're carrying all of them!" Kiyohime quickly chimed in with an amused smile. "I think Shuten and Kintoki are spending time together, so be on your toes for Ibaraki too!"
This sounded like they were storming a castle. Boudica giggled and nodded. "Okay! I'll follow closely."
Kiyohime turned to Tamamo with a small smirk, drawing a sigh from the caster. "Right… It's my turn this week."
Ever since it received a minor expansion, the Shrine held a weekly party for servants of Eastern origin; It was now a comfortable hub for all Asian servants without overcrowding issues. Parties sometimes got wild, but that depended on who was present. Today seemed to have the potential to be one of the crazier deliveries the other two often talked about.
Kiyohime slid open the door, and Tamamo walked through. After following her in, Boudica took off her white slippers and placed them on a large shoe rack by the wall. She glanced around briefly and enjoyed the spacious air with traditional shoji walls and doors. The tatami mats felt fresh under her feet as she slowly followed Tamamo down the main corridor. Muffled voices spoke all around her, and she smiled while she sensed the many servants who often retreated to the Shrine's comfort.
She peeped into a big room and saw a kotatsu set up in the center with countless pillows. The tops of Nobunaga, Ushiwakamaru, and Okita's heads stuck out from underneath, but only the archer snored lightly. A small group of Nobus were sorting some paperwork on the cushions nearby. Glancing to another, closed room across the hall, she heard softs clicks as Benkei and Tota chatted and played shogi. The sights and sounds felt like a tranquil mansion when coupled with the traditional flute music softly drifting through the air.
They entered the dojo, and she smiled towards Sasaki as he met them at the entrance. The assassin, in his battle attire likely from a recent spar, motioned towards a table in the center of the room. "Luck has graced you. Shiki just left with Ibaraki to fetch our barbers. You've been spared this day."
Tamamo and Kiyohime sighed in relief, but Boudica giggled. "Does it really get as bad as these two say?"
The assassin merely offered a slightly exasperated smile as footsteps charged towards them. Taking a quick step to the side, he blocked Xuanzang as the caster gazed eagerly at the cupcake baskets. Her jeans covered legs and white turtleneck sweater were a blur as she tried to get around the assassin, but he merely kept his smile and moved perfectly to block her attempts every time. "Xuanzang… Please wait until they're on the table."
"But they smell so tasty!" the caster practically drooled as the trio of cooking girls walked over to the table. Boudica set her basket tray down and stared around the open room, noticing the occasional display spaces for acquired armor, bonzai trees, or other assorted decorations. She found herself smiling at the rather peaceful place, before she laughed as Sasaki finally allowed Xuanzang to pass. In the space of a millisecond, the caster already happily chewed on a chocolate cupcake.
"You missed the true experience. Sometimes it's a relay race," Tamamo pointed out with a sigh before she raised her voice. "Everyone! The food is here!"
"We'll take it from here. You should get back to knitting," Kiyohime suggested as several voices called out in confirmation.
Still, she would at least inquire against for the dozenth time. "You sure you don't need help for-"
"Naomi is off too, Boudica. You should follow her cue and take it easy," Kiyohime giggled and rolled her eyes playfully. "Take the rest of the week off too."
Before she could voice opposition, Tamamo handed the rider one of the strawberry cupcakes with a smile. "No buts. You're overdue for a vacation. Just take it easy!"
As Nobunaga and Okita began bickered about something upon awakening, Boudica looked at the cupcake and pondered. Perhaps she had been overdoing it a bit too much lately, even if she did enjoy what she did. A bigger break could be in order, and she could start it off well by enjoying the rest of the day with her knitting friends. She'd still have to figure out how to spend all that free time though, but…
Boudica took a small nibble of the cupcake and smiled while the ideas churned in her mind.
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Mozart began his seventh piece of his mid-afternoon session as Naomi's voice nearly squeaked. "But there's a new servant! What if they require new cloth-"
Naomi pouted as Medea laughed at her. "You can't be serious! They just arrived forty minutes ago! They won't be handing in an order form so soon!"
"You've grown more unnerved with every passing hour," Boudica giggled as the employee sulked. "You gave your department the rest of the day off! You should be off too!"
"You're supposed to be off too yet…" the green-haired woman mumbled, but quickly fell silent as Boudica tossed her a sly smile. Her 'work' only took a few minutes.
"I'm afraid our friend can't seem to find her off switch," Vlad joked with a tiny, sly smile.
The supervisor sank further into her seat. "…So mean. I can't help it!"
"You're just so teasable when you're restless," the caster quickly commented, but offered her a reassuring smile. "We can be workaholics tomorrow."
Boudica looked between the two and smiled. Medea usually carried a serious air around her, but in the company of friends it lessened; It was completely absent if her best friend was around. The effect the employee had on the ancient magus was without doubt, since she was content helping her whenever the supervisor needed any sort of assistance. Even if Medea's schedule was packed, she always made room for Naomi without hesitation, and vice versa.
It made her a little envious. Though she had many great friends including these three, she wasn't so incredibly close with one person. The rider could go to specific friends for different reasons, but never one for everything and anything. It was a shame really, but she wasn't sad about it. Maybe in time, she'd find someone to fill that role.
"Annie said a new servant right? …Not pseudo-servant?" Boudica asked curiously.
Vlad wordlessly affirmed with a nod as his eyes scrunched slightly. "This would be a first. Chaldea has never managed to bring a servant back directly."
There have certainly been attempts in the past, but all were unsuccessful. There were dozens of theories why, but there were too many variables and a lack of attempts to prove anything. The most Chaldea understood was that humans powerful enough to be considered servants could be leyshifted back, as was the case with Shiki and a few others. A genuine servant remained a completely unknown matter with circumstances none have figured out.
However, there was one singularity where Gudao managed to temporarily form a contract with Lu Bu, but the attempt to leyshift him back failed completely. He failed to appear in Chaldea after the prana faded. The system wouldn't even attempt to bring them back otherwise; When attempted in the past, they merely remained in the singularity. Everything was guesswork and consistent failures… until now. Da Vinci would certainly be analyzing this new result.
Oh well. Boudica cared far less for the circumstances and much more about another potential mouth to greet, feed, and potentially fuss over in her usual fashion. At least for the day she could relax since her cooking friends were very adamant about her taking an evening or three off to enjoy herself. Today had been very relaxing, and there was some personal reading she had been putting off for weeks. These few days off to pamper herself for once would be a welcome change, and she'd start it off properly.
With a small hum, she placed her knitting project on her ottoman and stood up. "I'm going to get myself a Chardonnay. Would anyone like anything?"
Vlad shook his head while motioning to his own half-filled glass. Medea, on the other hand, quickly glanced at Naomi before she decided. "I'll pass, but Naomi could use a Bordeaux wine."
Boudica giggled as the supervisor turned to Medea in light disapproval. The caster only smirked, "You look like you need it. I know you well, and you should relax more."
Humming quietly to herself, Boudica waltzed past the piano and gave a friendly nod to Mozart. The well-dressed player nodded back as his hands swept across the keys like ballroom dancers. Approaching the bar, she looked to Sanson as he sat and read on a stool. He noticed her approach, offered a small smile, and nodded. After standing up, he instinctively smoothed the jacket of his salon uniform while he walked to his proper place behind the bar.
On the counter itself, Boudicca quietly cooed at two of Chaldea's friendly mascots. Though Fou usually went on deployments, the adorable fluff ball was quietly snoozing atop a lap pillow Marie placed for it. Only a short distance away, Gugalanna was flopped on its side atop a stool, making tiny snorts as it snoozed. Their chests gently rose and fell, though Fou's ears would occasionally twitch while the divine bull's tiny legs sometimes flailed.
With his book stowed out of sight, Sanson presented a smile as Boudica leaned against the counter with her own. Before she could answer, she was interrupted as Marie's Sphinx kitten quickly leapt onto the counter to demand loving attention from them with a mewl. Boudica happily obliged as she rubbed its head, but did not waste the assassin's time. "A Chardonnay and a Bordeaux wine, if you would be so kind. You can surprise us."
"That's good you said that, because I'll be pleasantly surprised if we have either thanks to my dear queen," he jested with a smirk, and she giggled. As he fished two wine glasses out, Boudica looked around the salon curiously. Dantes and Joan were relaxing by the count's favorite couch. D'Eon and Gilles were playing cards at one of the tables… but she couldn't see Marie anywhere. She must have left on a personal errand.
As if on cue, the French Queen waltzed in through the open salon doors with a fairly big teddy bear clutched to her chest. The hem of her cute white, strapless sundress gently fluttered as she skipped towards the bar. With a smile that gleamed like diamonds even in her crystal eyes, Marie hummed with excitement as Boudica observed the fluffy, brown teddy bear closer. "Oh? Is this a new gift for Atalanta's girls? I thought they have a dozen bears."
Marie barely contained her excited giggles while Sanson quickly poured Boudica's Chardonnay. "They do, but this little guy is for the new arrival~!"
Boudica's eyes widened in immediate understanding while Sanson stopped pouring to stare in surprise. The brief, telepathic message only stated a servant arrived, and lacked any specifics. There was no doubt what that statement meant, but that automatically begged one of many preceding ones. With a small smirk, Boudica giggled. "Oh, I see now~… I should have known Mata Hari would be the one to figure out how to abduct a child servant for herself."
Marie suppressed her growing excited laughter, likely out of consideration for the sleeping cuties nearby. "Non non, Boudica! Masie told me the new servant was happy to be adopted! Maybe that had something to do with it? But oh~! They're coming to the salon for the tour~!"
Swiftly, Boudica was smoothing her dress. She looked around habitually for a mirror, only to see both glasses poured as Sanson started another for Marie. After meeting the amused gaze from the assassin, Boudica smiled courteously. "Sorry for bothering, Sanson! Thank you!"
"That's what I'm here for," the man offered before looking around on the counter. "Now where were those emergency earplugs Gilles bought us…"
Quickly yet cautiously, Boudica made her way back with her friend's Bordeaux wine. As excited as she now was, she wasn't going to keep Naomi waiting. Weaving her way past furniture to the ottoman cluster, she noticed D'Eon had predicted her approach; He had swiftly closed the gap and provided a waiter stand, serving tray, and napkin for her friend's drink. Boudica, still in a slight hurry, would never let a kind act go unrewarded. "You're such a sweetheart, D'Eon."
"You should ask me and relax next time, Boudica," the saber quickly chuckled as they passed each other.
Quickly reaching her friends, she gently placed the wine down and met the curious gazes of her friends. Barely keeping her own excitement from her voice, Boudica clapped her hands together. "The new servant's a child! Mata Hari finally got part of her wish!"
Naomi's eyes were sparkling. "I get to make more children's clothe-!"
"Not now. Tomorrow. You're on break." Vlad laughed at the snickering Medea's immediate retort while Naomi pouted at her. Even as a potential friendly bicker session started, the trio's hands worked their own projects steadily while Boudica quickly scurried back towards the bar.
Her excitement was overflowing. As a past mother, there were few things she loved more than children. She held so many fond memories with her own darlings and other younglings. It ached her heart Chaldea's girls only had so few friends her age, and the mere thought of them gaining a new companion excited her; Another little dear for Auntie Boudica to coddle! She hoped this one was kind, playful, and innocent, but knowing Mata Hari, that chance should be undoubted.
Upon returning to the bar, she smiled at Marie, who was leaned over the bar offering small sweet talk to her little kitten. She mouthed a silent thank you to Sanson again while he prepared a tiny crystal bowl with chocolate ice cream and sprinkles. Boudica took her glass and managed one quick sip before they heard, and felt, the tour group approaching. She smiled at Marie next to her, who was having as much trouble withholding her excitement as she was. Even if it felt like an eternity, it wasn't much longer.
Mata Hari excitedly cheered from the hallway, "We're here, Marie~!"
Mozart switched to a new, beautiful song as the battle-clad Mata Hari walked through the door with overflowing happiness. She gently held the hand of the little arrival, who gazed around the room with wide-eyed wonder; The blonde's golden eyes seemed a bit larger than usual, but it made her so much cuter! She wore a little viridian beret that matched her comfy longcoat. Gray painted the rest of her little lumberjack attire, and it was an amusing contrast seeing the well-covered servant beside her more scantily-clad new mother.
Regardless, Boudica's analysis was complete: Any and all hope for both herself and Marie not squealing was destroyed on first glance. Boudica had carefully placed her glass down on the bar as Sanson laughed. They squealed together in such uncoordinated unison that Stheno and Euryale would have been impressed. "OH GOODNESS GRACIOUS SHE'S ADORABLE~!"
They raced each other towards the giggling Mata Hari, ignoring the two uniformed masters as they appeared in the door. Gabrielle and Anishka only laughed when the two servants practically skidded to a stop. Marie was the first to coo, "Aww~! Hi there~! Welcome to Chaldea and my salon~! What's your name, cutie?"
The child's bright smile lit up the rest of Boudica's day by itself; Gosh, she loved children! "I'm Paul Bunyan, but mom calls me Paula, so I don't mind that!"
"Okay~! Paula it is!" Marie happily chirped. While Boudica tried to figure out the seemingly obscure spirit, the queen quickly offered the teddy bear. "Here you go! I was keeping this little dear for Masie's first child, and that happens to be you~! I hope it keeps you company!"
"Oh, thank you!" Paul replied in total surprise but happily took the bear. Mata Hari rubbed the top of her beret while her adopted child looked at the plush gift. "It looks like the bears from up north… I think I'll call her Montana. Babe! Come look! We got our first gift!"
Boudica blinked in confusion as a small flash of prana flared beside the newly arrival. As it faded, what could only be described as a blue ball with tiny legs, a mouth, and horns stood in its wake. Oh goodness, this new servant had way too many cute things with her! Was this thing Babe? Boudica's heart fawned over the little animal as it squeaked like a toy. Before it could stare at the toy in Paul's hands, it was immediately answered by one of Gugalanna's squeaks.
In an instant, the Bull of Heaven had zipped over from its stool to stare at the blue caricaturized animal. It sniffed quickly, and the other did the same. Gabrielle giggled with Anishka by the door as Gugalanna's eyes lit up with glee. "Friend?"
"Friend!" the blue orb quickly shot back, surprising the two queens as the tiny animals began jumping and cheering together.
"Friend!" "Friend!" "Friend!" "Friend!" "Friend!" "…Kyu." "Fri-"
Paula tilted her head in confusion as the two spiritual animals slowly turned towards the counter. Fou, newly awakened, had its head perked up with a small glare leveled at the loud, previously squeaking pair. Even Marie's Sphinx kitten had frozen in its place with its head locked on the fluffy critter. Slowly, Gugalanna squeaked quietly, earning a nod of approval from Fou before the white critter curled back into a ball. Gugalanna and Babe quietly squeaked to each other instead of using discernible words, which made Boudica blink.
The rider held a sneaking suspicion Fou had somehow become the alpha of Chaldea's animals, but this was the first time it was so obvious. She pushed the thought aside easily, however, for there was a brand-new servant that needed coddling! With a smile, she gladly closed the gap and wrapped the new servant in her loving arms, teddy bear and all. "Hi, Paula~! I'm Boudica! I'm going to be your new aunt!"
Thankfully, Paul seemed to enjoy it and laughed happily with the rest as Boudica started her first round of smothering affection.
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"Boudica! Get out!" "You're on vacation, dammit!" "I'm enjoying my vacation! Just let me do this one little thing!"
Tamamo and Kiyohime groaned in exasperation, making both Boudica and Mata Hari giggle. There was still plenty of time before dinner, so she was hardly missing time with her friends while teaching in the kitchen. Perhaps she was a bit of a caring workaholic, but she really wanted Mata Hari to perfect one dish! It was really easy and the new cute little child of hers was really eager to have her favorite wish dish!
Still, she giggled sheepishly as Tamamo and Kiyohime tossed her half-hearted glares. "It's just Hamburg Steak! It's really quick and easy!"
"Exactly! We could have taught her that!" they chimed together, making some of the other kitchen staff turn to them and laugh.
"Good grief… You two should know by now Boudica can't say no to a mother and child. Save energy and leave her be," Emiya's amused voice echoed from the pantry, sending chuckles through the kitchen. "Codsworth? Have you seen the extra cookies? Did Astolfo sneak off with them again?"
"It was actually little Jackie this time!" Codsworth replied as the kitchen's most famous robot zipped into the kitchen afterward. "It's hard to say no to the little thing!"
With a bright and pleasant atmosphere, how could anyone blame her for returning quickly? This workplace felt more like a play space where food was crafted with love and care. There were few times it felt even remotely tense, and that was always caused by an outside problem. On the other hand, Boudica could see how too much time dwelling here may make its magic less spectacular. Nonetheless, she doubted she could ever grow tired of this wonderful place.
With a giggle, Boudica turned back to Mata Hari who mixed the ingredients in a bowl. Ground beef, egg, bread crumbs, pepper, and others were stirred with the spatula while the assassin smiled eagerly. "When that's all mixed, we'll have enough for multiple patties so you can make some for her later!"
"A midnight snack?" Mata Hari giggled, but the rider quickly shook her head.
"If her reaction to Sanson's treat said anything, you're going to have an ice cream problem tonight!"
The two women laughed, but it was joined with the heartening chimes of children's glee as the salon's kitchen doors swung open. Marie waved to them while smiling eagerly. "Don't worry~! She's not getting impatient! The other children just arrived, so take your time~!"
"No! I must spoil my child ASAP!" Mata Hari quickly countered as she stirred, making the French Queen laugh as she disappeared through the doors again.
Boudica smiled warmly at the once-more mother. Paul was definitely in loving arms, and Atalanta could have no concerns this child would be happy. It made her a little sad and envious she didn't have any of her own, but she was always more than welcome to 'borrow' the kids. They loved her own spoiling affection too, so it worked out in the end. Who knows? Maybe she'd be blessed later on too.
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It was strange having gone through an evening without any preparation work for the next day. At the same time, it made for a wonderful evening, even if her internal clock wished to do something. The night slipped by like a blur, and breakfast had passed as uneventfully. If the rest of this day was any indication, it too would be just as ordinary, if only different because Boudica had no obligations or set schedule: Merely loose ideas.
Clad in a simple red sweatshirt and white sweat pants, she walked down the hallways with a happy hum. A large red beach bag with an assortment of belongings was slung over one shoulder. She clutched the strap with one hand and strolled merrily along, giving pleasant greetings to any servant, robot, or employee who passed. Though she usually had mornings to herself, it felt strange for it not to be as jam packed with her own activities so she could work later without minor distractions. There was no doubt that's why she felt extra chipper.
Since there was no real time constraint, she lazily made her way towards the resort where she planned to spend her morning. She decided to take a more scenic and longer route, if only to possibly glance things she's never seen before. It brought her past the converted former baths that now served as a fortified safehouse and towards the Roman Theater. With every step, her heartbeat increased slightly with lingering uncertainty.
As Boudica turned the corner and approached the theater, she sighed lightly. She should have known there would be a guard. Shakespeare wanted utmost secrecy regarding his play until it was ready to be performed. It was only wise to keep someone from peeping, even if a curious servant could always just don a concealment cloak and hide in spirit form.
Her pleasant smile didn't fade as she approached a Roman servant, but some uneasiness remained. Romulus, who looked rather dashing in his full crimson tuxedo, gazed towards her calmly as she walked closer. Of all the Roman servants, the lancer was the one she managed to actually like. The founder of Rome had been endlessly apologetic and courteous to her for her country's wrongs, and she did appreciate them. It made her feel terrible for having even an ounce of hesitation around him, but that was merely how she felt around any of them.
Rome had wronged her terribly, but the least she could do, especially after her own sins against them, was to be civil.
Romulus offered a tiny smile and nodded gently. "Queen Boudica. I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you to peek."
"I understand. I'll just wait until the performance." She smiled softly. "Is the movie night debut still tomorrow?"
With a bigger smile, Romulus nodded absolutely. "As planned. Caesar and Nero made certain there would be no delays like with Shakespeare's play."
"It's hard to delay a movie though," Boudica stated. The theater was equipped with a large screen that unrolled from the ceiling, but it took until last week for the Romans to decide on the debut film 'Casablanca.' Despite her lingering negativity involving anything Rome, she easily admired their willingness to entertain.
"You and your friends are always welcome to a front row seat. Roma owes you that much and more," the lancer offered sincerely with another small nod. "We cannot thank you enough for being considerate to Roma after everything you've endured."
"Well, you know… I can't change the past, but I won't let it cloud the future. Chaldea's a nice home, and I want it peaceful with as little drama as possible," Boudica offered with a genuine smile. There was no doubt there would still be some issues, like when Dantes first arrived or Gabrielle's first and last ring fight… but they always found a way forward.
Romulus nodded to her firmly and smiled. "We share that ideal. There is no greater sound than the laughter and joy of a thriving populace!"
After giggling in agreement, she concluded, "Thanks for your time, Romulus. I'll be off now. I'm looking forward to a day out of the kitchen. That beach is looking extra warm and cozy with today's crazy snowstorm."
"Take care, Boudica, and have a pleasant rest day!" the lancer waved, to which she happily returned.
She parted, a touch miffed she didn't get to peak, but satisfied that with the interaction. Truthfully, it went over just as smoothly with Caesar and sometimes Caligula. Conversation would be somewhat brief, but it would be laced with some underlying apologetic tones she knew they would never shake. Her real issues had rested mostly with Nero, but after she learned her side of the story, her own grudges towards her had faded.
Boudica smiled yet sighed as she walked down the hall. Truthfully, her biggest remaining issue with Nero was how much of an energetic attention seeker she remained. It made it kinda difficult to talk to her since she'd go on some extravagant tangent on occasion… but it could have been worse, she supposed. Nero could have had Gilgamesh's former level of outright superiority, and then Boudica would have never gotten over her grudge.
However, those thoughts had no place in her mind, and definitely not her day. The past was the past, and she had a present to unwrap and enjoy. Already her mind basked in the warmth of the sun as her stomach yearned for the smooth seduction of a tropical drink. Vacation awaited!
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Lunch would arrive within the hour, yet the beach remained lively. By the marina, Blackbeard and Drake's laughter could be heard as they prepared a sailboat for Paul and her friends to enjoy. Ushiwakamaru, wearing a red lifeguard monokini, strolled the edge of the waterline with a red rescue tube under one arm and a hum on her lips. Under a distant palm tree, Serenity and Rena's silhouettes could barely be discerned behind an easel while she crafted her latest work. It was easy to find calm isolation this morning, and that suited the vacationing rider perfectly.
'How did he come up with this!?' Boudica laughed to herself once more as she rested on a beach lounger across the boardwalk from Club Cove.
The red-striped umbrella kept the sun out of face and book, but left much of her skin exposed to the sun's warmth. Her incredibly daring white bikini was coupled with a matching and equally alluring, translucent summer cardigan. Despite the change of times, she still loved to look beautiful and attractive. If she was going to be relaxing peacefully, she may as well look her best.
On the table at her side, a Blue Hawaiian beckoned for a cool sip with its light condensation. The ice shifted within, as Boudica fell to its allure and enjoyed a pleasant sip. The refreshing drink rushing down her throat combined with the warmth of the resort eased her mind; She really should enjoy herself more often. As she put down the drink to read, a tropical breeze tickled the pages of her book, but not more than the words touched her funny bone.
We have spinach cooked in ice cream. We also have a bowl of marshmallows with a dollop of yam. And our house specialty is a baked potato that we somehow stuffed with five sticks of butter. We also have a diet potato that is stuffed with only four sticks of butter.
The imagery was as ridiculous as the book's name. Absurdity best described this book titled, 'Food: A Love Story,' but it was a wonderful change from her usual romance novels. She had to ask Gabrielle more about this Jim Gaffigan comedian, or at least other books of the same humorous variety. She'd never even thought to look at food in such a strange and jokey manner until she read this piece.
Filled with mirth, Boudica almost missed the light conversation coming from the club. Like all servants who have adapted, detecting another servant's approach was a blasé occurrence that everyone learned to discard; One couldn't get anything done if they reacted every time. It was obviously different in a singularity, but in Chaldea it was normal to simply ignore the signature unless they approached.
That's why Boudica paused her reading when she noticed one didn't feel familiar. Despite this, she pretended to read as three sets of feet reached the boardwalk railing barely a dozen meters away. There was an exhilarated intake of breath as the newcomer, definitely a female, giggled. "This is Fantasia Resort? It's beautiful! I've never seen such an exotic beach!"
"It's the most prized luxury of our home. You're more than welcome to come here whenever you wish," she heard Anishka introduce. The newcomer's gasps of wonder warmed Boudica's smile. She sounded a bit older, but it looked like Chaldea got another respectful and friendly servant.
"We should have a family picnic on this beach! Just our little family would be wonderful and we can spend time catching up!" the newcomer exclaimed warmly, and Boudica's attention was quickly piqued. Our family?
With her subtlety shattered, Boudica turned around to look at the three nearby. Immediately, she spotted Anishka in her master's uniform and Arjuna in his battle attire; It was obviously the one in the center who had her attention. They stood flanking the newcomer at the boardwalk railing, who was much more… 'pronounced' than the rider expected.
The pale skinned woman gazed towards her curiously with lilac eyes that matched her skin-tight suit. Hugging her very exaggerated curves, only select pieces of armor and purple accenting cloth ensured she wasn't too provocative. Her tight attire was distinctly Eastern and complimented the very long-haired woman; Her clear Japanese descent and heraldry is what made piqued her interest. It made Boudica more confused what this woman meant when she said family.
Still, she happily waved to them with a welcoming smile that the new servant pleasantly returned. "Hi! Welcome to paradise!"
"This really is something else!" the woman proclaimed with a dreamy sigh as the wind played with her long tresses. "Have you been here long?"
"I'm one of the first! I've been here before the first singularity, if Anishka has already gone over that."
"Oh, our master has! She's such a responsible child!" the newcomer happily complimented as she pulled the master into a warm embrace. Due to the height difference, Anishka wound up with her face buried in her bosom as the taller lady happily rocked her. "She makes mother so very proud!"
While Boudica attempted to comprehend the situation, Arjuna calmly stared towards Anishka. "…Raikou. You're smothering her again."
"Oh! But she just loves it, can't you tell?" the still beaming servant exclaimed as she released her hold. Anishka was a blushing mess. "Mother loves you very much, master!"
Anishka and Arjuna shared an exasperated glance with each other as Boudica connected the dots. There was obviously either mad enhancement or mental pollution at work if she called her family, especially since it was reminiscent of Erik and Kiyohime's situations. Thankfully, she seemed pleasant enough to ask, so the rider did. "Um, Miss Raikou? As in, Minamoto no Yorimitsu? Are you a berserker class servant?"
Slowly, her happy outlook faded into shame and regret, making Boudica quickly double back in panic. "Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to assu-"
"No. You're right. I have to face it sooner or later… but I've been summoned as a berserker… a class of violent, savage monsters," she relented with a small frown. It was replaced slowly by a sad yet optimistic smile that was passed to Anishka. "But my child assures me that not all berserkers are like that. She believes in an unfit being like me, and that makes mother happy! I'll get over it, but I shall be an ideal berserker for my child and her two master friends."
'And master friends…' Once again, Raikou pulled Anishka into another smothering embrace as Arjuna quietly exhaled. Huh. So it seemed Gabrielle and Gudao had escaped the fate of this berserker's mad enhancement; They were probably out of the summoning chamber if that's the case. Poor Anishka was blessed with her first handful, though.
Even if it wasn't true parentage, Boudica couldn't help but smile at the berserker's warm and loving embrace. She didn't give a choice about it, but then again Boudica was often very openly affectionate and smothering herself. They've never had a maternal berserker before, so it greatly interested the red-headed mother. Ah, but where were her manners all this time?
"Sorry, I've been so rude! I'm Queen Boudica of the Iceni," the rider happily greeted. "It's nice to meet you, Raikou! May I call you that?"
"Yes, Raikou is… Queen Boudica!" The berserker's eyes had widened faster than her hold released on Anishka. To their surprise, she quickly leapt over the railing and landed beside the rider with apologetic eyes. "Your past…! Oh, it's dreadful! A mother should never have to go through any of that! You poor thing!"
Though she hadn't been expecting sympathy, it made her smile fall gentle. Many usually avoided talking about this point with her, but to hear it with such outright compassion from a newcomer felt uplifting. As Arjuna gently landed nearby with Anishka in hand, Boudica sighed and giggled, "It's fine, Raikou. It's not something I ever wish to recall… but I've come to terms. Thank you for your kind words. I loved hearing them."
"I see… That's wonderful." Though she clutched her hands together, Raikou's smile turned fond. "From one mother to another… perhaps we could get along, Queen Boudica?"
There was no hesitation in Boudica's smile or offered hand. Very few in Chaldea could match her for outright friendliness and acceptance, so a new friend was always a welcome option. Another mother, though? They would have plenty to talk about for sure! "I'd be happy to, but please call me Boudica!"
The two servants happily shook hands.
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"Good luck on your first sortie, Raikou!" "Thank you! I hope it won't be too dreary crushing bugs, but I wish to prove my worth to my child!"
The two parted at a hallway intersection so they could head to their separate destinations. Boudica was still on time to retrieve her knitting basket from her room since she had quickly thrown on her casual clothes in the changing room. There were still ten minutes until lunch, so she was in no rush to see her knitting friends. All in all, this vacation day had her feeling very refreshed and carefree.
Talking with Raikou before lunch had been the first real blessing of the day, though she felt bad for Kintoki and Anishka; Her affectionate and loving mad enhancement was certainly unique in Chaldea. Hopefully it wouldn't become an issue, but she suspected the overprotectiveness already caused friction with Shuten. She'd help as best as she could as a Peacekeeper, and hopefully she'd have some sway with the newly arrived mother if it ever came down to it.
She often pondered if she had some sort of secret ability about being great with berserkers…
Boudica turned a corridor and walked down a main hallway towards the Residential Area. It was mostly empty, which caused her to look around curiously in case something was amiss. If this happened to be a prank setup she was strolling int- As she glanced down an intersection, she briefly glimpsed Angra and Mephistopheles' backs and heard the caster's eerie chuckles. They disappeared around a corner, and her suspicion rose sharply.
Truthfully, her concerns over Angra Mainyu had vanished completely after so many strange and curious developments. Ironically enough, it was the supposed lesser of two evils that still worried her. While she didn't like judging so critically if she could help it, Mephistopheles had consistently betrayed Chaldea whenever he appeared to meet them in a singularity; Who's to say he wasn't going to do it again, and was just trying to buy leeway by acting cordially? Many of her fellow Peacekeepers shared those sentiments.
For her, though, it was part of her ever-active familial instincts. Chaldea had become her loving home, filled with countless happy moments and warm relations. She wanted it to stay that way, and did not appreciate anything that threatened the wonderful haven they've managed to create. As a sometimes-teased older sister, aunt, or mother, she never argued how overprotective or adamant she was about protecting those precious smiles.
A passing robot loaded with laundry bags gave her a curious glance as she stalked down the hallway after them. After quick movements, Boudica had drawn her red presence concealment cape and threw it onto her shoulders. In the best-case scenario, Nobunaga had another henchman in the prank war with Merlin. At the worst, Mephistopheles was possibly spinning more unseen thread in a secret scheme to- "Oh? Little red rider hood off her vacation?"
Boudica stopped before the next intersection and turned around. Before her stood a chuckling Cursed Arm with his own concealment cape and battle rags, who waved to her happily. Boudica blinked in confusion, but the Hassan merely shook his head lightly. "You are off, aren't you, Boudica? That would explain why you haven't heard the radio call. We've been keeping tabs on them, but they've only been walking around."
Right. She was on a vacation so she didn't even have her radio on her person. Yet again, she was supposed to be on a break, yet her natural protective instincts kicked in and spurred her forward. She should have known someone was already on them. Cursed Arm merely chuckled. "Take it easy, Boudica. You deserve a break."
Bashfully, she smiled at Cursed Arm and nodded. "I got ahead of myself… Good luck, Cursed Arm. I hope they don't cause you any problems."
"Nothing a milkshake can't remedy," the assassin chuckled as he waved farewell and strolled down the hallway. "I need to catch up… I do not wish to let the founder do all the observation."
Boudica smiled as Cursed Arm dutifully and silently ran down the hallway. With her worries relieved, she would be free to go about her tasks with her mind at- In sudden realization, she remembered her time was still fairly limited. The rider quickly doubled back down the hallway, intent to make it to the knitting session on time.
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Boudica stretched her arms over her head as she sat alone at the group's favorite ottoman cluster. Mozart practiced a bittersweet melody, and it made her feel like it was chosen for her. One by one, her friends had left to accomplish their own tasks and jobs, but she remained to crochet her new doll project for Paul. A rainbow of yarn balls rested on the ottoman before her, and a glass of water rested on a server tray at her side. The ice had long since melted after Gilles brought it to her an hour ago.
It had been so long since her last vacation day that she forgot how much time cooking consumed. She finally had free time to do what she wanted, and she easily took advantage of that fact, but it still surprised her. Her day just felt so much more… open. Perhaps she could take breaks more often if they found another servant who loved to cook? It might help put down her lingering jitters for not following her usual routine.
After a quick hum and glance around the rather empty salon, Boudica decided to stretch her muscles. She stood up and walked away from the ottomans with her stuff in place. Mozart smiled to her as she drew closer to the piano, and she waved back. Mata Hari and Sanson glanced to her from behind the bar, and she quickly informed, "I'm just taking a stroll. I'll be back in a few minutes!"
"Have fun~!" Mata Hari waved as she cleaned a wine glass thoroughly. Marie's Sphinx kitten sat on the counter and stared at her hand's mesmerizing swirls.
As Boudica quietly pondered where to walk, she approached the salon's exit and heard hearty laughter from the Camelot Room across the intersection. Her mind swiftly decided. Even if the origins of various British heroes could be debated, Boudica loved all of them like family. It was a special bond she held dear, and she had quite the soft spot for the Round Table. 'I haven't spent time with Arturia and her knights recently... I wonder what they've been up to?'
The queen hummed while she exited the room and quickly crossed the hall. Seconds later, she was nearly at the open door to the Camelot Room where she sensed nearly everyone present. There were a few missing, but they seemed to have gathered for something. She could hear Tristan strumming on his new acoustic guitar. With a smile on her lips, she waltzed into the doorway and gently knocked-
She slowed to a stop as she glanced around the room. All eyes had turned to her, and she noticed only the male knights were present. However, her eyes instinctively relished and milked every curve and definition of their shirtless forms. She had walked in on them casually so many times before, but this was definitely a first; She suddenly had a glimpse of the impulses Gabrielle often felt when she ogled the male lancers, because this buffet of swimsuit wearing knights staggered her.
After glancing at the pile of discarded tropical shirts and beach items on the table, she giggled sheepishly. "…Going to the beach?"
The rider was embarrassed and lightly flushed in the doorway for losing her composure, but they were the first to react. Quickly, Lancelot was beside her wearing tighter fitting blue board shorts. He gently took her hand as Gawain took her other, wearing a set of tight black jammers that she exerted unbelievable effort not to quickly glance at; Her heartbeat was erratic for a scenario Medb would have relished beyond any doubt.
"Lady Boudica! We didn't know you were joining us. Please forgive us for our hesitation," Lancelot offered smoothly with a dashing smile, and suddenly she was at the mercy of these knights' usual chivalric, yet borderline flirtatious, actions. Bedivere, wearing a thankfully looser set of silver swim trunks, quickly spun one of the room's chairs so his fellow knights could seat her gently.
Tristan began practicing another song from his seat as he happily nodded to her from across the table. "Please pardon me if my tune sounds wanting. I am new to this instrument."
"Do you desire anything? We had a tiny fridge installed recently for her majesty and the crown prince," Bedivere asked as he motioned to a corner of the room. Sure enough, by a shelf that contained the fond and bittersweet memories of the sixth singularity sat the new addition. "We have to restock it often."
Breaking her flustered state at the saber's ever sweet and friendly tone, Boudica giggled. "…Crown prince, you say? Does that make Jekyll a princess?"
"You caught on fast, Lady Boudica. That is exactly the case," Gawain offered with a small smirk. "By royal decree, and so her majesty's lover does not feel alone in his predicament, Princess Jekyll is his official title, as deemed acceptable by King Arturia and Queen Emiya."
"Women can make fine kings, so men can make fine queens. Truly, gender roles have been disproven," Tristan noted as he strummed a few gentle chords.
Boudica laughed happily as she appreciated the secret update. Being so warmly accepted among the Camelot heroes had its perks, in particular the juicy gossip she may possibly feed to Marie about Emiya and Mordred's never-ending teasing feud; It would get out sooner or later. Arturia and Emiya weren't even engaged yet and he was already titled queen? Mordred was the prince and Jekyll her princess? The Camelot Royal Family's dynamics never ceased to amuse her!
Glad she strolled over, but feeling an urge to tease, she adopted a slightly hurt expression and placed a hand over her heart theatrically. "Oh... That's depressing. I fear this means you won't have room for an unrelated British Queen anymore now that you've foun-"
"Oh! Most certainly not, Lady Boudica!" "Please, never insist thus!" "You are always welcome!" "Mayhaps I implied otherwise. I offer an apology!"
As Gawain raised her hand and chastely kissed the back of it, Boudica laughed with a slight blush. Though she relished in their attention, she glanced to the door with an apologetic smile as her fellow royals appeared. "Did I miss a joke or- Oh no…"
Laughter filled the room. Arturia, wearing Emiya's two-toned track jacket and her own white yoga shorts, stood aghast in the doorway. Blue side ties on her hidden bikini bulged out from under the jacket's side and matched the jacket of her brother behind her. Arthur's jacket remained open though, presenting his own beautifully sculpted chest. Boudica could even see the fringe of blue and gold jammers hidden beneath his white sweatpants, though she quickly recomposed her thoughts away from further exploration.
To the rider's amusement, Arturia quickly scooted to her while giving light pouts towards the others. "Boudica, I'm sorry if my knights were being-"
"Oh, it's alright, Arturia! They were being their charming selves, and I loved the preferential treatment on my vacation!" she winked happily, making Gawain and Bedivere chuckle.
"No harm, Arty. Hardly a scandal," Arthur reassured as he also waltzed into the room. With his own teasing smile, he bowed like a gentleman to Boudica who giggled.
"As long as papa was being respectful…" The voice sounded a little quieter than usual, and it caused the mirth of the room to weaken; The usual bite of that warning statement was nowhere to be found. Boudica looked to the doorway where Mashu stood, looking absolutely adorable if not for the slightly fatigued eyes behind her glasses. She wore her favorite white spaghetti-strapped swimdress with magenta accents and clutched a towel in her arms.
As Lancelot quietly walked over to his daughter, Roman smiled solemnly behind Mashu, dressed in a white tropical shirt and matching board shorts. In his hands was a basket, likely holding some of Mashu's belongings. Lancelot quietly embraced his daughter and whispered to her, all while Fou watched with slightly droopy ears by their feet. Though Tristan kept playing, the song slowed to something far more melancholic.
Boudica's smile was remorseful. She could still remember the outrage that swept through Chaldea when Mashu's condition and circumstances were unveiled to them. It had seemed like so long ago that everyone forgot and sought to treat her normally, just like she wanted… yet it was becoming more apparent recently. She had been far more fatigued and gotten sick on several occasions. Gudao, Lancelot, and Roman had been taking it the worst, but Mashu handled it with calm acceptance that unnerved the caring queen.
No one should ever accept such an unfortunate circumstance so readily.
Whenever Mashu enjoyed herself, it made Boudica happy she was living her life so fully; She just wished she had far more of it than she did. At this rate, some were growing scared she might even pass on before it all ended. Many more advocated for a way to use one of the rather 'useless' grails to help her, but they were not true wish granting devices. Da Vinci still had hopes, and many still clung to theirs.
However, Boudica didn't like seeing such sad scenes in her beautiful home. She wanted everyone to remember the good days, not the bad. They could still find a way to grant Mashu what she deserves, but until then, she wanted to get rid of as many sad minutes as she could! Her family must smile brightly!
"Arturia. Lancelot said you were all going to the beach for something? Would I be intruding if I asked to come? I can only crochet for so long on my vacation."
"You're more than welcome to join us," Arturia quickly offered with a smile. "You may need a swimsuit. The rest are helping Mordred set up volleyball, but we might do some swimming after."
"Oh, perfect! I'm all set then," Boudica giggled as she shifted the neck of her shirt slightly to reveal a strap. She still wore her swimsuit from her earlier rush.
A loud slap echoed throughout the room, and everyone instinctively turned to Lancelot. Mashu's hand was raised, but she stared in surprise at her father, who had slapped himself before she could do it. He sighed with a blank expression. "…That was improper of me."
Truthfully, Boudica wasn't thinking too clearly and it was her fault for an accidental glimpse. Regardless, Mashu happily giggled, and the sound filled her with such profound relief that she laughed blissfully. Boudica was joined by the rest, and even Roman's deep concern had shattered for his own happy smile. Already only a minute from accepting the invite, and Boudica had ensured one moment had been readily replaced by a happier instance.
Now to ensure the rest went as happily!
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"Have a nice dinner you two!" Boudica, once more in her daring bikini, quickly maneuvered through the outdoor cafeteria crowd and across the boardwalk. Her half-full Blue Hawaiian clinked gently with ice as she held it carefully. With quick, barefoot steps, her feet brought her down the steps and indulged in the warm sand of the sunset beach. Her already happy smile grew just slightly bigger as she returned to her friends.
Their four loungers were arranged to face the open sea, with hers being one of the middle two. Vlad sat on the far end with his plate atop his navy-colored board shorts. The sleeves of his white tropical shirt were rolled up so he wouldn't make a mess, similar to how Naomi rolled her own uniform's sleeves beside him. Medea chose the lounger next to her best friend's with a table between them to store their plates.
The caster was the first to glance at Boudica with a glint of amusement. Her vibrant blue monokini was coupled with a cerulean, transparent sarong that shimmered gently in the amber light. Boudica gently reclaimed her seat beside Medea. "Sorry! I took longer than I expected!"
"You're fine. You said five minutes. We just converted it to Boudica time," Medea noted with a small smirk, making Boudica pout lightly.
"It's not my fault Spartacus doesn't know when to end a conversation!" she sighed, but she couldn't blame him; She had been the one to ensure he and his fellow large berserkers were enjoying their meal. They were great friends, and she had been the only one for a long time who kept him relatively grounded. Now he had more companions who could do the same, making her time spent with him less for subtle control and more for friendly leisure.
"Leave the caring mother be, Medea," Naomi defended with a smile. "Some things won't change."
"I understand. One workaholic must defend another workaholic," Medea prodded, earning a small scowl from Naomi.
Boudica didn't mind though, because she had a point. However, when work didn't actually feel like work, was it any wonder why she would so often fall back into its pace while on vacation? She enjoyed what she did, and even more for the smiles she helped bring. She also couldn't help but roam around and try and care for others; It was her nature to nurture! Then again, it would have been nice if she got pampered like that herself during her vaca… Oh! She forgot to get herself a plate of foo-
"Lady Boudica! May we have more of your time?"
The group turned as one as their eyes widened equally. A formation of swimsuit clad knights quickly approached the set of chairs and offered many overlapping greetings to the others. Bedivere bowed to her friends, "We apologize, but would it trouble any of you if we borrow her for a bit?"
"A group of handsome men borrowing our friend?" Naomi replied scandalously with a raised eyebrow. As Vlad and Medea chuckled, Boudica flushed as the supervisor answered for them. "By all means, but please don't be too rough with her."
Boudica stammered as the supervisor laughed. "N-Naomi!"
"We promise, she'll be within arm's reach," Bedivere reassured as he and Lancelot quickly lifted Boudica's lounger. She squeaked in surprise as they moved her a few meters closer to the water then swiveled so she may still face her friends. "There! Her majesty insisted it was your turn to be pampered!"
Holding her drink, she glanced around in surprise as Lancelot returned with a giant palm leaf. Tristan stood at one side with his guitar as the other knight fanned her like a goddess. Quickly, the red-haired archer began playing a smooth serenade as Gawain gently took her hand and began massaging it while Bedivere worked her shoulders.
She glanced over in surprise as D'Eon and Gilles, still in uniform, came over, carrying a waiter stand and serving tray with a plate of hot food. To her surprise, it came with a full new Blue Hawaiian as Gilles quickly plucked hers from her surprised grasp and replaced it. Her friends clapped as Gilles and D'Eon bowed and motioned to the food. Gilles smiled, "Vacation catering as requested by our Queen to the ever-caring Boudica. As for dinner, your culinary peers hope you enjoy this special dish."
As she looked over the perfectly grilled meats and vegetables, D'Eon made way for Sanson who carried a basket filled with fine wines. "I present a gift from Rome. They hope this will make your vacation a little more relaxed. I trust you will follow moderation, Queen Boudica?"
While she remained speechless, and her girl companions stared in amusement, Vlad chuckled. "My, my, Boudica… What royal treatment you're getting."
"It's as thank you for how caring she's been this afternoon," Gawain answered as he lifted her hand again and kissed it chastely. He smiled to her and nodded. "It was only righteous of us to return the favor in any way. You care for many, so you should receive just desserts, no?"
"…Does this extend until tomorrow? This would be lovely for tomorrow too," she quickly asked, and mirth quickly filled the air. Boudica would always be compassionate without a reward… but she wouldn't say no to this heavenly treatment either. Was this how much her positive attitude was appreciated? It made her smile… or was her smile because of the incredible massage, treatment, and nearby friends? She wasn't too sure at this point.
What Boudica did know was that she definitely wouldn't mind be pampered this extravagantly on future vacations.