Time had all but flown by during the day, but once dinner rolled around Chabi was finally free to see about that strange message she'd gotten. It was an unusual change to her daily routine, and frankly that excited her. Calling on Saber to escort her to the mysterious assembly hall, master and servant showed up right on time. They hadn't expected to find what they did inside.

[color=Gold]"Um... did we do something wrong?"[/color] Chabi asked, a bead of sweat running down the side of her face. She looked to the other masters and their servants gathered in the room. She glanced Cordelia's way, commenting about the 'last supper,' [color=Gold]"Don't they make condemned inmates eat their favorite food before they get... you know...?!"[/color]

Beside her, standing at attention, Saber only chuckled lightly. The sound was enough to comfort Chabi, if only a little. 

Despite all the confusion as to why they were gathered here, if this was really their last meal Chabi was not going to squander it. She unveiled the dish in front of her to find a plate of steamed dumplings. Judging by their aroma, they were filled with lamb. [color=Gold]"Wow, this really is my favorite food! As expected, Da Vinci-san!"[/color]

She began to dig in, listening to the others voice their questions. She thought as she ate, figuring that this couldn't be some kind of punishment. She knew that she personally hadn't done anything wrong, and Saber saw to it that when she did any of the course work Chaldea assigned - [i]'completely voluntary work![/i] she reminded herself - it was always done to completion and turned in on time. And judging by the others gathered, she knew she wasn't among a bunch of troublemakers. There were her peers, as well as those a few years older than her, and though she didn't know everyone... or really anyone that closely, she knew enough to guess they hadn't done anything against the rules either. So if this wasn't a punishment, was it... a commendation?

Her misgivings were on the verge of being cleared away when Berserker let out an oppressive aura. The girl swallowed hard, eyes flicking back and forth between the man and his target, but once more her own servant helped to quell the uneasy feelings. Saber placed a comforting hand on Chabi's shoulder. More than used to this kind of dick-waving during the time she was alive, Saber merely rolled her eyes at the display. That Samson was so easily cowed by his master brought a fond smile to her face though.

[color=LightSkyBlue]"I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say that an explanation would be even more appreciated than dinner,"[/color] Saber said to the director, her voice cool. 

Slowly Chabi began breathing normally again, not having been aware that she'd been holding it. She nodded, agreeing with Saber's request. Hopefully it was good news, but if it was bad news she could at least start bracing herself for it. She leaned slightly over to the chair next to her, which happened to be Casandra with how the seating was arranged. [sub][color=Gold]"Do you think maybe we will get some of that dessert too?"[/color][/sub]