The doorbell chimed, and breezed in, complaining about the cold but immediately heading for the heater. Even Lancer , usually found loitering at the fish market, poked his head through the doorway, lured by the promise of a good meal and better company.
sat at the low table, her posture perfect, eyes tracking Shirou’s every move with a mix of regal patience and undisguised anticipation. Beside her, Sakura was busy setting the placemats, her smile soft and radiant, enjoying the domestic quiet that felt like a hard-won treasure. The Special of the Day EVERYDAY-TODAYS-MENU-FOR-EMIYA-FAMILY-NSP-ROMSL...
: As the kitchen timer ticked, the conversation drifted from mundane school chores to the strange, peaceful life they now led. A Gathering of Spirits The doorbell chimed, and breezed in, complaining about
: A splash of sake and a pat of butter, sealed tight to let the steam work its magic. Beside her, Sakura was busy setting the placemats,
Shirou reached for a digital cartridge—a strange, shimmering "NSP" relic he’d found tucked away. To anyone else, it looked like a data file, but to an Emiya, it was a recipe book waiting to be unlocked. Today’s menu was a delicate , a dish designed to capture the transition of the seasons.
"Is it ready yet, Shirou?" Saber asked, her voice a tiny bit more urgent as the aroma peaked.