[h2]Saber - Benienma[/h2]

Ah, eating on the go? But wasn't it best to savor a meal properly, sitting down to appreciate it in its fullness? Certainly there were foods designed for eating while walking, but Benienma hadn't intended for that to be the case with her sampler bento. Still, she wouldn't necessarily protest, her Master would ideally be enjoying her meal anyway. But would she enjoy it as much if she wasn't sitting down to savor it?

"I-"

Before she could express this opinion, however, her attention was immediately taken by the approach of an absolutely adorable little girl. She was so fluffy! Her hat was so cute! Of course, her presence made her immediately recognizable as a Servant(meaning Dorothy was most likely her Master), but that hardly changed the fact that she was extremely cute.

Her distress, even though she had managed to curtsy, was obvious.

"Your name is Alice-chan?" Benienma asked, giving the girl a friendly smile and stepping closer to the other little girl, her ponytail swaying as the bird in her hat adjusted its position, "You don't need to worry dechi. There's no way we won't be able to find Dorothy-san dechi! Where did you last see her?"

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[h2]Kobayashi Seria[/h2]

Good. Mordred might have been the rough and tumble type, but she was also a knight. An unorthodox, aggressive, delinquent knight, but that sort of mindset meant that if she genuinely had to apologize, she would. Seria wasn't above berating someone for something that was clearly their fault, but in this case the boy had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. That wrong place had been in front of Mordred, and that wrong time had been when she was doing a spittake after hearing about Gawain's defeat.

Just as she was about to depart with her Servant from the situation(she really rather would have not ended up engaging the boy in any further conversation), a man with purple hair approached and began talking about... Majesty? Wait, wait... Seria was certain she remembered now. The commotion when a certain Servant had been summoned, a certain Once and Future King. It was only natural she'd be aware of such a thing given who she had summoned. On top of that, Mordred's response, the summoning of her blade as she swiftly realized who it was she was speaking with...!

It was Sir Lancelot, wasn't it?

"... Saber, we can't have a fight in the convenience store," she quickly said, urging Mordred not to do anything else. She would hope one of the Knights of the Round Table, especially one renowned for being the perfect knight such as Lancelot, wouldn't try to engage anyone in combat somewhere like this. She knew Mordred most likely wouldn't, for all she had chosen to flaunt her sword, given that the red knight also considered the safety of those around her. But it was still suddenly a somewhat tense scenario. Seria was briefly aware of an argument occurring somewhere behind them, but at the moment the potential standoff was a far more pressing matter.

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[h2]Mihama Nanako[/h2]

Well, the attempt at arguing for Melt to try out putting on more clothing had certainly failed. Maybe she'd try again when they got to know one another a little better.

And Nanako wasn't getting even more flustered over the way Meltryllis seemed intent on showing off her body whenever it was remotely possible. She could feel the heat creeping into her cheeks again, there was no way the jacket's swaying had been unintentional. Either the purple-haired Alter Ego was so proud of her looks(admittedly not something Nanako could honestly blame such a beautiful and cute girl for) she wanted to flaunt them at any opportunity, or she was [i]trying[/i] to embarrass the brunette. Or both, for that matter. Both was very possible. Given how Meltryllis had been acting so far, both frankly seemed like it was the most likely possibility.

This more lighthearted train of thought dissolved when Meltryllis began her explanation of her legs, pointing the sharp spike one one of her kneecaps directly towards Nanako's forehead. Any embarrassment about Meltryllis's shameless manner of dress suddenly evaporated as Nanako went still. She didn't want to act frightened of her Servant. She truly didn't. But hearing her explain how dangerous her legs were, how close the spike was to piercing her head and ending her life... it was difficult not to simply go still, and silent.

And yet...

When her Servant put her leg back down, Nanako drew in a deep breath. She was no longer one wrong move away from dying horribly.

She hadn't expected her Servant to be so prickly. She hadn't expected anything, to be honest.

But that wouldn't make her give up. She knew Meltryllis wasn't going to be happy with what she was going to say. Being alone with her for any length of time would have made it obvious. But it was necessary. Not only for the sake of others, but for Meltryllis herself.

"... Melt-san, to begin with... I don't think you're a monster," Nanako said finally, "That power is really scary, but if you were a monster I don't think you would have bothered telling me when I asked. You would have just waited until someone got hurt, or worse. So, thank you."

She gave the other girl a smile. But now... here was the part she knew her Servant wasn't going to like.

"But now that I know just how dangerous they are, I can't take you out for a tour around Fusang like this. Someone might be killed if they touch your legs, right?" she continued, "Even if it's an accident. There's a clinic not too far from here, they have prosthetic limbs. Given how opposed you are to changing your outfit, I know there's no way you're going to want to accept this. But I'm not pressing that button unless you do."

Nanako paused for a moment. There was no way Meltryllis wasn't going to be angry about even suggesting that she change her legs. But there was no other option in the schoolgirl's mind.

"If someone were to die from touching your legs, just by bumping into you on a crowded street... it'd be horrible. No-one deserves to die from something like that," added the brunette. She paused for a moment. Would Melt's pride even let her acknowledge that possibility? Would she just blame the potential victim because she would be too proud to admit any fault of her own in such a thing? Nanako had learned plenty from trying to convince the Alter Ego to wear something less lewd.

"But that's not all. You'd become a target for the city's law enforcement. For all the Servants on Fusang, not just the ones who've volunteered," she explained, looking up towards the other girl, "You'd never learn more about what's going on, and I wouldn't be around to show you anything."

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