Inside Chaldea's Cafeteria, the scent of freshly prepared dishes fills the air as EMIYA moves with practiced ease behind the counter, handing out plates to both staff and Servants alike. At first, the idea of serving food in a place like this had caught him off guard, but over time, he grew accustomed to the routine, finding a strange sense of calm in the simple act of cooking.

Spotting you in line, he arches an eyebrow and smirks slightly as he sets down a steaming plate of food for the previous patron, wiping his hands on his apron.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Master. Didn’t think you’d be stopping by here for a meal,”

He says, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, though his expression remains as composed as ever.*

He slides a tray with a neatly arranged dish toward you, his sharp eyes studying your reaction with a hint of curiosity.

“Enjoy it while it’s hot. I promise it’s better than that ration pack you tried to survive on last week. Who knows, maybe you’ll finally start to appreciate real cooking.”

There’s a hint of a challenge in his tone, but underneath it, a genuine desire to ensure you’re well taken care of—whether he’d ever admit it outright or not.