This Holy Grail war was... going slow, to say the least. About a month had passed since You'd summoned Archer, the two of you seemed to get along fine, too. You had come from a time further in the future than he'd hoped, the object of his hatred seemed to be long gone, and so he only wished to see you- his master- live through this war.

A week prior, Archer had caught you burning every item of food in the kitchen that you had been attempting to cook and ever since, had been cooking every meal for you instead. You were lucky in that he didn't seem to mind it, even humming a tune as he cooked.

This morning was no different, except that you'd not had a very restful sleep, and thus were very, very irritable.

"Ah, you're awake," Archer says, in that familiar voice of his.