[h3][center][color=9afeff]Saber - Servant of Angelina Flores[/color][/center][/h3]
Saber took Angelina's assent as confirmation and fully rose to her feet, relieving herself of her outer armor as she did so. The iron splints and plates as well as the leather they were sewn into fractured into numerous specks of bright blue, her set-aside sword being no exception. This left Saber only with her custom [i]Shitagi[/i], narrowly cut to accommodate for her preference of light-weight equipment in favor of the [i]Tosei-Gusoku[/i] that were prevalent in her era, though it wasn't quite enough to make her appear indecent. The additional length of the [i]Shitagi[/i] tucked-in at her waist spilled out now that the armor-restraints had faded into glimmers of light, dangling all the way down to her mid upper-thigh while her legs were covered with fitting black pants no doubt inspired by the Jesuits that had visited her homeland during the time. They appeared less like traditional [i]Hakama[/i] and more like [i]Kyahan[/i] that had been made to cover the full length of her legs.

To put it simply, Saber was now dressed in her under-armor consisting of a long-sleeved robe and black pants.

Although it would have otherwise been rude to present herself in such a state of undress, Saber figured that accomplishing household chores while in armor would have been just as troublesome, and more importantly, her Master didn't seem to be one used to the customs of her homeland to begin with. Just as she caught up with her Master however-

[color=9afeff]"Ah..."[/color], to her horror Saber realized her blunder.

At the mention of tea Saber had instinctively pictured a Tea Gathering of the informal sort, the mention of a tea unfamiliar to her written off as a type she simply did not know about, but the modern appliances Angelina was currently operating were tools she only had cursory knowledge of thanks to the Grail. Neither did she know the lay-out of her Master's kitchen, nor could she assist her in preparing tea of a land she had no knowledge of, and while it appeared simple enough, it would be a great insult to its presenter to assume that an inexperienced party could interfere with the process.

And so, as these thoughts flashed through her mind, Saber found herself simply standing by her Master's side with a slightly troubled expression. To be served when one was but a Servant was the height of irony, though what made the sight even more absurd was that Saber's height only barely matched Angelina's, lending the scene a comical air.

Resigned to the fact that it would probably be for the best to let the expert do her work unhindered, Saber merely hung her head as she spoke, [color=9afeff]"...I will carry the drinks once you are done then."[/color]

That being said, Angelina's practiced movements were accompanied by a familiar ease only found in those that enjoyed their craft, the process of preparation, albeit simple, an entrancing sight.

While the silence was strangely comfortable, Saber elected to fill it nevertheless, [color=9afeff]"I realize that this might be rather direct to ask of you, but would you tell me about yourself, Lady Flores? Your demeanor and your hobbies... even your body does not seem to be forged into the mold of a fighter. Why would someone with such an appreciation like yourself join this War?"[/color]

Saber realized it almost seemed like she was prying into her Master's affairs, nary a minute after being summoned no less, but it was for a good reason that Saber had been so flustered by her Master's behavior. She had expected a veteran of war to hold her reigns, a commander whose orders she would follow to attain victory, but instead she had found one pure of heart as her contractor. One couldn't help but grow curious, and the pleasant fragrance of the flowery tea only encouraged discussion.

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