[center][h1]Berserker[/h1][/center]
First, the rice, a mound of thin and tiny seeds as bright as pearls. She washed them in a bowl, then drained the water out, humming quietly to herself as she went. She'd leave the grains to sit for a while, then soak, cook, and steam them to a warm, soft perfection.

In the meantime, she could get started on the fish, and the miso soup. Oh, and she’d have to include vegetables; a balanced diet was important for a girl of her Master’s age. Pursing her lips thoughtfully, Berserker studied the large kitchen stretching out before her, its modern designs alien to her eyes. Even if she understood the basics of the present-day world, there would still be the matter of finding all the relevant utensils, and the ingredients, wherever the maids had squirreled those away. And then she’d need to judge portion sizes, which would undoubtedly be smaller for sweet little Estelle than for a ruffian like Kintoki. Already, her simple task was turning into quite the undertaking…

But before she could go any further, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of small feet pattering down the stairs.

“Did you sleep well?” Berserker's smile was light, her tone easy and nonchalant, as if this were the sort of question she asked every morning.

[i]“Berserker, I have an idea. We can take this chance to go out for breakfast and I can show you your battlefield!"[/i]

“Oh?” The Servant’s head turned, glancing back to where she’d just begun preparing the rice. “But I was…” Her expression fell, a slight gleam already visible in the corners of her eyes. “Do you mean to say… that you don’t want to eat the breakfast your Servant is making just for you?” For a moment, just a second or two, she seemed to be on the verge of crying all over again. 

But then she let out a long, sad sigh, and wiped the moisture from her eyes. “…I suppose it would be good for you to spend time outdoors. And knowing the terrain is important, yes…” 

She fixed Estelle with a stern look, her arms folding across her chest. “Very well, we'll go out—but you can’t bring your maids, they might give away our presence to our enemies. And while we’re outside, you’re not allowed to leave my side, understand? Not even for a second.” Her tone softened, though her gaze remained firm. “As your Servant, I can’t allow any harm to come to you, Master.”

[@VitaVitaAR]