[h1]Eme[/h1]

Eme pauses, watching the two converse, she begins to process what she's about to say, before she opens her mouth again "Uh, there's food on the table for you right now, and a room all made up, there really isn't any need to be so brash." she half-begs, motioning to the table, where four little heads are enjoying their meal, clattering around their respective plates and bowls, and consuming the breakfast Eme had made for them. Eme hastily walks over to the table, pulling out a pair of chairs for the apparent sibling pair with a desperate smile "Stay a little while longer, you look hungry." she reasons, gently patting the seats "Hmmm?" the Germanic woman says, letting out a nervous chuckle. All around the Master Servant pair are magical trinkets, cabinets stacked full of various seals, sealed chests, sealed masks, not to mention magical weapons of old. It seems they've been haphazardly hidden behind many means of dusty heir looms and fine China, just barely making their appearance against the deeply contrasting clutter around them.

The food's pungent scent seems to have filled the house now, wafting to Haas and Archer, and enticing them to sit and eat, and enjoy the meal that's splayed in front of them with such diligence and fervor. "I'll get some orange juice too, and some milk!" she exclaims, rushing into the kitchen. "Foreigners like orange juice, right?" Eme pops her head out from the kitchen, glancing at Haas "Right?"