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Artoria Pendragon
Saber
"Delicious."
Kagome blinked, a bit surprised at the comment as she glanced up from her cup of tea and felt her face heat up slightly at the intense green eyes currently staring at her, "E-excuse me?"
"There was no need to lie, Kagome," Artoria stated with a small smile, "I know how Emiya's food tastes," She said, calmly sipping at her tea, "You made these utterly delicious rice balls, did you not?"
"I..." Kagome rubbed her fingers together nervously, "You like my onigiri?" She asked, feeling her whole body fill with warmth that she knew was not coming from the kotatsu they were seated at.
"I most certainly do!" Artoria declared as a content expression appeared briefly on her face before it turned into curiosity while her brows furrowed, "I just do not understand why you would lie about making these yourself." She frowned.
The Miko looked away from Artoria's searching gaze, recalling the many, many times Inuyasha had complained in the past about her cooking, preferring instant ramen over anything she attempted to make for him, "I just thought... that you might not like them," She finally admitted after a moment of silence, "You wouldn't be the first."
"What?!" Artoria looked completely taken back by the confession before her frown suddenly deepened into something that resembled anger, "Who dared to insult your delicious food?!" She clenched her hands, resisting the urge to materialize Excalibur to blow away the culprit, "Was it an employee of Chaldea?!" She demanded an answer, "Or one of your other contracted Servants?!"
"No! No!" Kagome flailed her arms, a bit alarmed by Artoria's apparent rage, "It's nothing, really!" She insisted, before glancing away to mutter with a bit of embarrassment, "Just someone I knew before I became a Master for Chaldea."
"You are sure?" Artoria stared at her with skepticism, "I have no problem in correcting the... incorrect opinion of one of my fellow Servants." She huffed, somehow making the motion look rather noble.
"Yes, I'm sure," Kagome gave an awkward smile to the blonde Servant, wanting to calm her down quickly before any fights broke out, "Besides, food is always objective. Not everyone will like my cooking."
"Then, they are wrong," Artoria retorted, reaching over the kotatsu so she could take Kagome's hands into her own, "Your cooking is on par with Emiya and Tamamo Cat," She smiled as the Miko's face flushed at the contact, "So much so that I feel my Mana restores are completely replenished by a few rice balls!"
"D-do you really mean that?!" Kagome almost squeaked, knowing what a compliment it was to be compared to those particular Servants who took a very high pride in their cooking skills.
"I do not tell lies," Artoria squeezed her Master's hands tightly, leaning forward over the kotatsu so that their noses were almost touching, smiling wider when she noticed how Kagome's flush grew at their closeness, finally gaining the reaction that one of the Knights of the Round Table somehow always seemed to receive from their Master with the exception of herself, "In fact, I can go for much more," She said casually, "Kagome, would you honour me with more of your delicious food?" Her satisfaction only grew when Kagome answered enthusiastically.
"Of course!"