[h2][center]Uehara Mitsuki[/center][/h2]
Seeing Tomoe casually playing games as they walked down the street was no longer a surprise to the young man—doubly so after the first week, where she had somehow managed to do all that in the middle of rush hour without bumping into anyone or losing her focus for even a second. More surprising, really, was how she had managed to so seamlessly adapt to modern life despite her own constant wariness about being summoned in the first place (and, admittedly, it [i]was[/i] a bit strange to have so many Servants walking about without needing to worry about conflict). If anything, though, he felt that if the Archer was comfortable enough to be acting as she was now instead of being covered in armor as they walked about, this city, at [i]minimum[/i], was at peace.

Or, well, peaceful compared to the Japan that Tomoe knew during her lifetime. Sure, there was still conflict, but that sort of thing would occur so long as humans were... Well, human. There was nothing more to be said about that from him, really.

"Pizza, huh...? Sure, I wouldn't mind a slice," the young man responded, nodding his head as he searched for the nearest pizza place on his phone after stepping to the side of the street. There was a bit of a pause as he began to glance between the device and the shops on the street, but after a few moments Mitsuki put the phone away and motioned off to the side.

"That place should be fine, then. Let's go.
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The restaurant that they had entered was unsurprisingly rather busy, with more than a few people relaxing with their friends as they chatted, food in hand. Ordering and paying for the pizza took no time at all (a slice with pepperoni and olives was enough to tide Mitsuki over for the moment), and bringing it to an empty table only took waiting a little while for another pair of guests to decide that it was time to move elsewhere.

With a glance at what his Servant had chosen, though, Mitsuki glanced at the game console still in Tomoe's hands before looking at his own slice of pizza.

"Well, here it is. I know games have a tendency to make it look a lot fancier, but I don't think we have any reason to buy an entire pie," he said, shrugging his shoulders before taking a bite. 

"Huh. This is better than I expected for that price point. Maybe I'll come back here in the future..."

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[h2][center]Alter Ego — Meltryllis[/center][/h2]
Following Nanako around as she went to go restock on whatever had been running low in her home meant that she had no time to actually [i]look[/i] for the store in question. It was a bit annoying, and hearing her Master ask her about snacks or drinks here and there as she was picking things out almost always ended with a noncommittal 'do as you wish'. It wasn't like she would be the one consuming them anyhow—at least, not in any way that didn't make her look like a complete idiot.

Once they had finally left with all of those items slung over Nanako's shoulder in a bag, though, Meltryllis breathed an internal sigh of relief. [i]Finally[/i] she could start looking for a figure store again.

The question that came from her Master's mouth soon after, though, was more than welcome. She had never said anything until now, but if she was given the chance...

"Well, I suppose that now is as good a time as any to tell you, then," Meltryllis responded, a smile on her face as she began to speak. "Of course, it has to be figures. I don't mean those crude little things that you see advertised on TV here and there—I'm talking genuine figures, of course! Scale figures would be ideal, since both you and I know that my ability to handle a garage kit is, quite sadly, nearly nonexistent, and I know for a [i]fact[/i] that unless I directed every minutia of your actions, you would fail to be able to even make it look like even a tenth of its full potential. So, in other words, a figure store is what I am searching for. Though I suppose that they might be more inclined to be hiding away from the main streets of this place..."

Of course, she could go on and on, but when weighing the cost of preaching to her Master the wonders of figures to the time spent actually searching for a shop...

Sadly, the latter weighed out.

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