[color=bc8dbf][b]"I-I'm very sorry about that!"[/b][/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Ah?"[/color] Michel tilted his head to one side, and met Cordelia's eyes with an innocent smile. [color=6ecff6]"I thought it was really cute. You have a very pretty voice, even when you're surprised."[/color] With steps so smooth and quick he almost seemed to glide across the floor, the boy slipped through the threshold and paused at his fellow Master's side, considering her as if in a new light. [color=6ecff6]"Actually... I should be thanking you. It makes me a little less worried, knowing I'm not the only one feeling scared. "[/color] 

Maybe he should offer to pay her back, though he wasn't sure what he could do for an actual mage. Share some of his dinner with her? The whole table smelled wonderful, just packed with mouth-watering offerings all put together with skill and care. Ignoring the class cards, Michel followed the scent of home to its source, and soon found himself leaning over a plate of little pasta dumplings stuffed with minced pork and breadcrumbs and spinach and onions and just a hint of pepper and parsley. The fork was in Michel's hand before anyone could even blink, and speared through the first delicious parcel with the practiced accuracy of a top-tier Lancer servant.

[color=6ecff6][i]You have to try this.[/i][/color] Beaming, he held up his prize and seemingly offered it to the empty air.

[color=ed1c24][i]...And here I thought you would gorge yourself like a gluttonous pig. Or has your vermin brain finally broken from the fear?[/i][/color] Listening to her voice, Michel could tell that his Servant was in a good mood. [color=ed1c24][i]Ah, my wretched contractor. If you're ever so insolent as to offer me food again, you will learn the taste of my spear.[/i][/color]

[color=6ecff6][i]Aha. You're too generous, Lancer.[/i][/color] The boy popped the dumpling in his mouth, closing his eyes to savor it as well as he could. Warm, earthy, and filled with love, a flavor he could never grow tired of. He would have to thank Da Vinci after this, and beg her for cooking classes, just so he could attain even a tenth of her skill. That, and he wanted to know what she thought about pairing this dish with smoked eel, because [i]clearly[/i] the two would go together like peanut butter and mayonnaise.

Before that, though, he had better sit down. Food and pleasantries aside, this was a very important meeting, with potentially life-changing consequences for each of the young Masters present. All the more reason to dig in, then, and enjoy this while they still could. Director Fujimaru had personally ordered them to eat, and it would be actual insubordination to refuse, not to mention a travesty against the very sense of taste. 

[color=6ecff6]"Cordelia, have one of—"[/color] He paused. Blinked. Held up his plate a little higher. [color=6ecff6]"...Um, Berserker? You can have some too, if you'd like."[/color] 

The big warrior had to be really hungry, if he was acting up like that. Servants didn't have to eat, of course, but they still felt desire and curiosity, yearning and nostalgia, all kinds of roiling emotions that could bite just as hard as the sensation of an empty stomach. Human or not, Michel couldn't help his compassion for them, and his intent shone though in his demeanor as clearly as the warm midday sun in a cloudless sky.

Behind him, Lancer stood fully materialized, radiating pure bloodlust at her fellow Servant.

For just a few short seconds, the entire room seemed to tilt on the verge of an unrecoverable disaster. Then Cordelia raised her arm, and Berserker dropped his aura, and the tall, dark-haired lady in red quietly melted away into the air. Completely oblivious, Michel carried on offering extra food to anyone and everyone who wanted some, turning his green gaze next to the terrifying Katerina and her attendant Caster. [color=6ecff6]"Yours smells nice. Want to trade a little?"[/color]