[center] [h1][b]Cassandra Edelfelt[/b][/h1]

Cassandra was generally rather picky about her tea, but she had to admit that Caster's was quite delicious. Sitting across from her little servant, she politely raised a cup to her lips. The table had been arrayed with a variety of delicious-looking pastries, as she had come to expect by this point. Really, despite them being stuck in these dusty catacombs, the adorably doll-like Heroic Spirit had made it quite tolerable. In fact, she daresay that Caster had grown on her in this past week...and it was quite rare for her to feel genuine affection towards anyone.

"Everything's perfect as always, Caster," Cassandra complimented her servant with a glowing smile. "Your tea really is one of a kind."

And the macarons were quite delicious on top of that!

"You'll get used to it," Cass reassured the smaller girl. "The Yanks and their weird names just take some time to adapt to."

And out of all of the Masters competing for the grail right now, time was most on her side. She had a secure base through which she could wait out this war if necessary. If they happened to find themselves at a disadvantage out on open field of battle, this place would act as their fortress...and woe to any foolish enough to enter while her Caster was present.

Not that she intended to simply watch on the sidelines if she could help it.

"Once teatime is over, I think I know who we should pay a visit to first," Cassandra noted, having just swallowed a macaron. "My familiars have learned that there is someone a bit...different...participating in this war, and I would like to see him for myself."

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