[h3][center][color=9afeff]Saber - Servant of Angelina Flores[/color][/center][/h3]
Following her Master's example, Saber mimicked Angelina's mannerisms and took her first bite of the offered meal.

She could feel a pair of blue eyes curiously studying her reaction, so it was inevitable that she would have to share with her host her opinion of the dish, though it appeared to be a surprisingly challenging task. Saber's delicate nose was assaulted by the strong smells long before the intense flavors had a chance to overwhelm her senses, her eyebrows furrowing in response to the sensation that wasn't particularly unpleasant. It was foreign and unfamiliar, but not bad. Even considering the reserved bite she took from one of her two slices, it took her a while to properly chew and savor the taste due to the crisp dough that remained slightly soft and chewy on the inside, as well as the accompaniment of stringy cheese and thickly sliced sausage. It wasn't that Saber had never eaten meat before, the occasional feast on local game and seasonal seafood wasn't uncommon, but the cuisine of her homeland was marked by much simpler flavors than these. In comparison, this pizza was a messy explosion of heavy flavors that lingered on one's tongue long after one had finished sampling them.

Was it good then? Saber decided to give voice to her thoughts after releasing that her Master's expectant gaze had yet to cease.

[color=9afeff]"It is good, I think? If I had to describe it I would say it was a particularly hearty dish, though it may take some time yet before I get used to the strong flavors of this Era. Please, don't let met stop you from enjoying your meal"[/color], Saber urged her Master who had seemingly been waiting for her reaction.

Nevertheless, Saber continued to indulge herself with small calculated bites, the sensation of a filled stomach, even if unnecessary, pleasant enough to soften her expression with satisfied warmth. Somewhere along the line she may have forgotten that she was a Servant meant to fight a bloody War, and that Angelina was her Master meant to wield her in battle. To her own detriment, the comforting presence of her Master was one that had somehow turned a Warrior of the Saber Class into an utterly docile familiar.

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