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[ROMANCE INTENSIFIES]

[Saber doesn't waste any time the next day. He's planned ahead for an occasion such as this, though it seemed like a distant dream for both of them when they first met. It's still too early to be convinced they've won--a single victory, after all, was merely one out of many battles--but it was important enough to be celebrated. Both of them deserved the treat, Flora especially.

It's been so long since he's prepared something for someone. But his hands still remember the right way to dice the vegetables, how to carefully simmer the soup. He lets her peek in if she wants at the beginning, but as things begin to pull together he starts shooing her off with good humor. It's not much of a surprise. Then again, Saber's never been good at holding out.

After ensuring that everything was carefully arranged, he grins to himself, pleased at the result. The only thing incomplete from this set-up was a certain woman's smile.

When Saber goes to fetch his Master, it's with an excitement he can't really contain. It bleeds through with the spring in his step, the way his voice lilts. He holds her by the tips of her fingers, leading her towards the kitchen.]

You sure you got your eyes closed?

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[Flora's not a jumpy sort of person, but she is a curious one, and this mystery has been eating at her. She tries to focus on other things, and even with her magus discipline, watering some plants is about all she can manage, before she let herself lie on her bed, thinking.

It's such curious behaviour for a Servant. She's never doubted that they were people as any other, but her texts or lessons could have never painted such vibrancy, and thus could not not have prepared her for it. Waiting was a herculean effort and a half before, but time passed with mysterious quickness as she found herself thinking about her Servant and before she knew, he'd come to get her.]

Yes, but waiting like this is a little bit torturous, you know!

[So she says, but she's smiling widely, her teeth worrying her bottom lip mildly in anticipation. Something like this hasn't happened to her in quite a while, she's actually a little nervous about it, and the tips of her fingers curl around his hands slightly with it, but...it should be fine, right?]

[He shouldn't feel so pleased by how her fingers curl against his, but such a small gesture is more endearing than it had the right to be. Saber can't help a small laugh, giving her hand a squeeze in return.]

I expected you to have guessed it by now. [There's a delicious aroma in the air, a mix of fresh bread mingled with the scent of cooked meat. He glances back, as if to make sure the food is all there before turning back to her. Slowly, he lets go of her hands.]

Fine, you can open your eyes.

[And when she does, she'll see that the table's set with a red tablecloth. A small basket of bread sits at its center, with some of the flowers from the garden tucked in. There's an array of dishes arranged, ranging from vegetable stir-fry to roast duck carefully cut into slices. If Saber looks awfully proud, he is.]

So? What do you think?

[She feels a childish want to not let go of his hands, but dismisses it. As she's thought--it's childish and impractical.]

I can smell it but...

[For all of Flora's seeming impatience, she opens her eyes slowly--perhaps a part of her thrives on the suspense after all--and she freezes, her breath stopping short, as though even the slightest movement will break what must surely be an illusion.

Her eyes grow distant as the scene changes for her. She can see smiles, hear laughter and happy conversation, and childish pleas for seconds.

It fades and she's back in the moment. She is a not particularly loud person, often very calm-voiced in most situations, but her voice manages to quieten when she looks at him again. There is a soft questioning, something that touches on vulnerability in her expression.]

You did all this?

[For me? is what's left off. It's obvious that he did, but she still can't believe it, for a number of reasons.]

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[That surprise is what he's waited all day to see. At this moment, Saber shouldn't feel so giddy over her reaction, but it shines through all the same. He puts his hands on his hips, faking offense.]

Of course I did! [His voice softens.] After all we've been through, I think you deserve a small reward.

[There's a lot he's made her feel in these passing moments, and he doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping with how charming he's being right now. This feels very unfair somehow, but if this is what it means to lose, she can't say she minds all that much.

...but then, she's the one with the dinner and flowers...so in truth, she's the winner here? Maybe? This is so confusing!

Like she said, unfair.]

Me? You did most of the work. If anything, I'm the one who should be rewarding you!

[She's mildly incredulous, because really.]

[He shakes his head, his tone gentle but insistent.]

A Servant isn't much without his Master. You can reward me by eating with me.

But--

[Flora's stomach starts to growl and she raises a hand to her mouth, a little red, and she looks away. How embarrassing...she clears her throat delicately, like that'll make it better. (It doesn't.)]

Ah...I suppose it couldn't hurt.

[Even the flowers are here.

She reaches out to cup one of them with a hand and feels yet another urge, her mouth quirking with something she wants to say, but she'll forget that one, too.

Instead, she faces him properly and clasps her hands together.]

Thank you for doing this!

[So she was hungry, just as he thought she'd be. Guy hesitates before reaching out to tuck back a strand of her hair behind her ear.]

Heh, you don't have to thank me so much. Here-- [He moves away to pull out a chair for her to sit in.] Tonight is our celebration.

[She blushes lightly at the motion, bu smiles through it, letting him know that such actions aren't unwelcome, far from it.]

Well, you don't have to go far above and beyond so much! If you do, I'm reserving my right to appreciate you for it.

[Flora primly takes a seat, and stares at the spread. Not that she's really stopped, but this is an entirely new vantage!]

All of this looks so delicious, I'm not sure where to start!

[It's good to see her so happy. He was a little flustered about making such a bold move, but he's able to push it down for now. Guy sits down next to her, giving her a cheeky smile.]

If you can't decide, I could pick something for you.

[Flora sees that cheeky smile and pouts, playfully.] Hey now, normally I wouldn't be so helpless, but sometimes there's a nice order to these things, you know?

[And she's back to smiling again.]

I just want to enjoy the best food in the best way.

[All the years of being a servant pays off in this banter. Guy sweeps his hand over the table, that smile still on his face.]

Then may I suggest the vegetables first, my Master?

[There's a quick flustered moment, before she smiles smoothly. She doesn't particularly care for the title ~~mostly~~ but she can roll with it in situations like these, and so her tone has an undertone of playfulness.

That stir fry does look fantastic, and she's never had a vegetable she didn't like, so she helps herself to some.]

Your suggestion is noted, dearest Saber. [She takes a savoury bite and--wow!]

These are so delicious!

[From then on, her eating is as eager as it is perfectly ladylike, which is to say extremely, and patient though she is, it actually manages to be a bit of a trial. There's so much to get through, and she wants it all so quickly! What sweet torture.]

I've gotten so lucky.

[The use of the title was an intentional move in an attempt to fluster her. While he for the most part tried to strive for the relationship Masters and Servants had, he admits he's allowed himself to become more relaxed in her presence the more time they spent together. It was difficult not to with her warm personality.

Saber watches her with fondness, only taking food after she's picked her share.]

Thanks. I wasn't too sure what you'd like, so I had to guess a bit. [He waves his fork in a small circle.] As long as my Master's pleased, I am as well.

[She blushes lightly this time. Goodness.] I like most things, I'm not picky at all, but this is beautiful guesswork nonetheless. You don't have to go so far to please me, you know. I'm fine with you just being here.

[Oh wow, that plant that she's looking at sure is fascinating as she takes a sip of her drink. Avoiding his stare, naaaaaaah, never.]

But this is all still very delicious.

[Mission: success. Guy will let her be for now as he picks at his food with a smile.]

I didn't work in the kitchens too much when I was a servant. My focus was on taking care of my young master. But I'd go there each year to prepare the feast for his birthday. That's part of why I learned to cook as well as I do now.

[She'll get you back later!!

But after she's done eating because, my, this is so good. this duck is to die for and she makes another happy pause as she savours it.]

You say that you didn't work there too much, but all of this is divine, so that must have been a few birthday feasts. I guess you're really used to taking care of people, huh?

[He's starting on the duck as well, though he sets his portion down when she talks to him. Her remark has his gaze soften.]

You could say that. [When he wasn't made to handle his usual tasks as a servant, he was constantly at the beck and call of Luke. It wasn't a bad life to have, though he was stubborn in making himself hate it. His heart turned out to be the unexpected betrayer, and he's thankful for it.

Saber looks at her, gives a wink.]

I guess you could even say I enjoy it.

I'm glad. Having to see to someone you don't like for any length of time seems...unfortunate.

[Worse when you're afraid of them.

She seems to be deep in thought about that before she snaps out of it, and smiles.]

Ah, but I shouldn't speak as though I know much about that. I hope you're not trying to sneakily say that you're taking care of me, Saber.

[Even if it's somewhat...mostly...entirely true.]

I wouldn't. [There's a brief moment of hesitation before he makes his decision. Guy meets her gaze, his smile turning into something smugger than what it was before as he rests his chin on his hand.]

In fact, I'm telling you outright. I enjoy your company, Flora.

[Critical hit.

Such directness is unprecedented, and her face goes red. It's easy to want to look away but nah, that smugness is enough to make it a competition for her, or at least hold her ground. Flora can be a little shy sometimes, but she's not tsun, she's absolutely open and sincere, so she says all her feelings or not at all.]

Well, I... [Yeah, this is going to be a Not At All time, but not because she's shy, she looks a bit more comfortable and together as she makes her decision.] am not going to say anything back for the moment.

[She reaches to spear food without looking and hits porcelain.

Huh? Oh, she's finished. Well, that explains why she feels a bit full too, oops. You win, this time, Saber!!]

[The chink of the porcelain is matched with a soft chuckle. It's hard not to feel accomplished with the blush on her face and her surprise. He leans in a bit.]

You're done already. That was fast. Would you like dessert?

[Wow, bruh, can you not.

But she forgets her embarrassment in the wake of that word.]

Dessert? You made that, too?

[There's a smile there, but goodness, Saber, stop spoiling her.]

[Never gonna not spoil the master, sorry.

He knows he's got her. All that remains, now, is to see how she'll react with the final act. Saber raises his hand so he can trace the line of her jaw with his gloved fingers, his touch gentle and light.]

Yup. I got it right here.

[And before she can react, he's standing up so he can lean in, closing the distance between them with a soft kiss.]

[The feeling of his gloved fingers feels much nicer than it probably should, but she manages to think of how much she wants to feel his bare ones before his lips are on hers.

He is smoother than rose petals, it ought to be illegal.

She kisses him back, her eyes slipping shut and making her seem calmer than she is as her heart heart begins to beat faster.]

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omfg a toaster this time

the man loves his machines

he should bone a transformer and call it a day

brb putting it on my rp checklist

link me when you do. okay but clearly we should play them as robots and guy is like super robosexual

transformers: more than meets the eye if u get my drift

drift is also a character js

i think there was a drift in box a long long time ago

bless them

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I WILL WIN

nah kicks you down

excuse

i love you enough to do this

destroys u back

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