"You need to wake up because I can't do this without you," Mordred slipped her head into the bedroom.
Arturia groaned, her sleep disturbed. "You can ask Shirou…" she mumbled while pulling the covers over her head. "Close the door, Mordred," she demanded, wishing the sunlight to get away from her face.
"The boys went shopping, remember? Your boyfriend asked me to prepare the vegetables before they're back and I don't know how!"
Arturia sent a sleepy glare. "Shirou's not my boyfriend!" He's my sheath.
"Whatever he is to you, help me! He said you can do it," Mordred protested. Seeing that her father had live with the Japanese boy longer that she had, it was not a surprise if the infamous King Arthur could do quite well in the kitchen. "Why are carrots harder to cut than humans?" she yelled in frustration.
"Alright, I'm up!" Arturia finally gave up. "What have you done so far?"
"Other than cutting the banana? Nothing much."