Rin sipped her gelatto while the gondola veered towards the library.
-"Without certain foul-mouthed maid in sight, this place is paradise."

I stopped my eleventh gear check.
-"You need to remember the Magic Word."
Leysritt was shipped back to Japan. She complained that her place was beside her master and she would not be derelict of her duties. It would bring shame to Lord Jubstacheit Von Einzbern, the VIII Head of Germany's most purebred bloodline.
Shinji lives in Japan.
That was all it took to see her packing post haste in order to get the Emiya's sorted out. She would be cleaning our home, tending the garden, shopping for groceries...and if she shopped around for the best prices, to maximize the goods per budget...mayhaps...she could not help wandering around the Matou neighbourhood.

My wife, and I still found that title weird, was the one leading the show.
-"Molte grazie, signore."
She took me by the arm and hauled me towards the San Barnaba Church, a place that brimmed with over the top gaudy decor. It was enough to get any proper Magi hot and bothered.
"Oh, Shiriou, look at that painting, it has the Twin Mothers of Rune Arthimancy!"

-"Who?"

She was bouncing up and down, as if the gelatto gave her a sugar rush.
-"Theresa and Angelica, Sages of renown who calculated the frequency of Runes repetition for the...forget it."

I scratched my neck and didn't even pretend to be ashamed.
-"You do the talking, I do the killing."

We tailed a group of tourists, some even taking pictures with flash, which seriously annoyed some of the tour guides. To the Guide's and mine surprise, it was Rin's hand that crushed the offending camera.
-"Sei impazzito? Sei uno stronzo?! Vaffanculo!"

Bad Shiriou raised a scorecard 7/10.
I let out a low whistle and took out the crushed remains of that poor polaroid. It was a testament to its remarkable craftsmanship, that even in its death throes, it still managed to spout the last picture.
-"My Rin has such a potty mouth, how terrible."

It dawned on her that she gave everyone a nice spectacle and she eeeped, hiding behind my frame.
-"Being far away from Saku makes me lose my composure. She wouldn't let me live it down if she ever heard me speaking in such crass terms."

I turned towards a more secluded part of the exhibition.
-"I don't know what you said, but that gesture was evocative. Who was your teacher?"

She coughed into her hand and took the crushed camera into her hands with a look of regret.
-"Teachers. Fred and Diego, Daddy's mechanics, they were also the ones who showed me how to drive."
She started looking at the picture and she bit her lips.

-"Too often people forget the help exists. You can disguise yourself as a plumber and you can't believe how many people will let you pass with a shitty uniform."

-"That is wrong."

I shrugged, looking over the old paintings, surrounded by old statues, framed by drawings of old people.
-"No one want's to stop the plumber when the shit hits th-"

Rin placed a hand on my mouth.
-"Stop! This is wrong."
She shoved the picture on my face.

I blinked, peering into the offending piece of photography.
-"He didn't catch your best angle?"

She pointed at one of the texts on the picture.
-"That drawing is WRONG! It's a 5! You add the number of the previous runes and then use that amount on the next. 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8."

I looked at the painting and then at the picture.
-"You said these gals were smart?"

She started swatting at me.
-"You did not just question the mental acumen of the Twin Rune Saints."
She continued to rain down her displeasure on me.
"If you repeat that on the Clocktower, they will burn you as a heretic. And I will be the one to light the bonfire!"

Mini Shiriou the White made his displeasure known swatting at me with his arp.
-"Stopppp! Mercy!"
Her hand halted mid-air and I pointed over the arch.
"This is room number 3. Shouldn't the next clue be in room 5?"

She pondered over this and then dragged me by the arm.
-"Sometimes you are not totally inept for a third rate magus."

Mini Shiriou the White patted me on the cheek.
Traitor.