It was just another routine day in the life of Emiya Shirou.

Waking up early, training, cooking breakfast, school, cooking dinner, more training, and finally sleep... it was a peaceful cycle, that had been maintained without fail since the end of the Holy Grail War. Needless to say, Shirou was quite happy with the idyllic formula his days had taken on.

Right now, he busied himself in his kitchen, preparing a delicious dinner. The young man didn't allow himself many arrogant thoughts - that he was aware of, anyway - but he had to say, his cooking was pretty darn great. It made Saber happy, and her love of food was matched only by her awesome skill with the sword. So that was quite a measuring stick to match up to.

The ingredients were being prepared this very moment, and Shirou had reached for a pot to his right... only to experience a sudden dizziness as his vision faded. It was only a brief moment, but it shocked the unsuspecting student, who dropped his pot and instinctively grabbed for the counter in front of him. BEfore he knew it, Shirou was... sitting?

Blinking rapidly, Shirou raised his head, finding himself somewhere unfaliliar and... very white. What? That was indeed strange, but not exactly the [i]strangest[/i] thing that had happened to him. As for the strangest thing he'd ever [i]seen[/i], the talking swirl was doing a good job supplanting everythihng he had experienced during the grail war.

Dumbfounded, he could only stare in confused shock as the... man? Creature? As Swirl talked about an Idec and the multiverse... Shirou may be an unorthodox magus with little knowledge of the culture, but he got the distinct impression that this far exceeded the knowledge of the Clock Tower and whatever other factions there were.

It was only when others spoke that Shirou, still clad in a cooking apron, fully comprehended he wasn't alone. On either side of him, there was an... interesting mix of individuals. Other magi? Servants? Shirou couldn't place why, buthe felt that no one really fit those labels. The spiky-haired guy definitely has the most approriate reaction, Shirou felt, but he was still reeling from the shock of what was going on. He sat there silently, as if contemplating for several moments, and finally opened his mouth to speak to Swirl directly.

"...Sir, is this matter really this urgent? I was making dinner, and Saber doesn't like it when the meal's late."

Few things in the world were more damaging to his pride, than a disappointed look from the blonde Servant, after all.