[center][h1]James Moriarty [/h1][/center]

Truth be told, it wasn't that he lacked French Reds, merely that he'd chosen to go with something to contrast the Italian Red. In fact, if one looked close enough, they'd seen more than a few familiar vines from history. Archer was honestly expecting the trio...and [b]them[/b] to keep him busy with most of the contents of his surface stash, hopefully he wouldn't have to dip into his storage supply just yet. He still needed one of his contacts to finish finding a servant who could mass produce liquids for them without having to order from off the island. All the same, he was sure to grab a third glass for the Magus, even as his gaze shifted to the "child" who sat by themselves. He was no fool, it didn't take a criminal genius to know when things were outside of his control. Plus any parties from those in charge of the island-nation were to be respected anyway, for making it possible for him to manifest outside of a Grail War. He sighed softly at Rider's comment, shaking his head almost ruefully. [i]"Normally, this is the time I serve the children and younger servants non-alcoholic drinks. I'm not a monster, no matter my True Name. Shame I probably won't be getting any students for a few days, with their break. No tutoring."[/i] His "business" tone hid the undercurrent of a frown, though he wouldn't admit to it, he enjoyed teaching the kids who needed an extra hand in mathematics, and it was good business anyway.

Though of course, he was still nervous all the same. He had his reasons, after all.