and here's another fun snippet of an FSN story
On the Crown
The succulent aroma of frying fish permeated the kitchen as Shiro hummed to himself. Saber had opted to take a quick shower instead of waiting around for his apology lunch, so he chopped, stirred, sauced, and stewed undisturbed.
ôI am the bone of my stove,ö He whispered idly to himself.
ôRice is my body, and soy sauce my blood.ö
He dipped his frying pan, deposited the fish onto a nearby plate, then turned to work on tofu.
ôI have created over five thousand dinners.ö His hands blurred as he worked his knife, rapidly bisecting the tofu, turning the pieces sideways on his cleaver, and dipping them into the stir-fry. Placing the knife aside, he doused his pan with oil and thrust it above the flames.
ôKnown only to Saber-ö
On the Crown
The succulent aroma of frying fish permeated the kitchen as Shiro hummed to himself. Saber had opted to take a quick shower instead of waiting around for his apology lunch, so he chopped, stirred, sauced, and stewed undisturbed.
ôI am the bone of my stove,ö He whispered idly to himself.
ôRice is my body, and soy sauce my blood.ö
He dipped his frying pan, deposited the fish onto a nearby plate, then turned to work on tofu.
ôI have created over five thousand dinners.ö His hands blurred as he worked his knife, rapidly bisecting the tofu, turning the pieces sideways on his cleaver, and dipping them into the stir-fry. Placing the knife aside, he doused his pan with oil and thrust it above the flames.
ôKnown only to Saber-ö
She opened the door, revealing a startled Sakura, her finger about to depress the button for the third time.
ôOh, hi Saber! Could you please tell me where Sem-ö
Saber cut her off like a drawn sword. ôReveal your Servant.ö Behind Sakura, a patch of air wavered menacingly.
ôOh! Um, Saber, if you would.ö Saber glared, puzzled, then took a step back, eyes narrowing. A figure warped into view, dressed in a comfortable brown jacket over blue t-shirt and casual slacks. Her features were petite, her water-blue eyes at once soft and patronizing, and her hair a long, raven mass down her back. She stood a few inches taller than Sakura, stance cool. Saber immediately disliked her. She lookedàFrench.
ôOh, hi Saber! Could you please tell me where Sem-ö
Saber cut her off like a drawn sword. ôReveal your Servant.ö Behind Sakura, a patch of air wavered menacingly.
ôOh! Um, Saber, if you would.ö Saber glared, puzzled, then took a step back, eyes narrowing. A figure warped into view, dressed in a comfortable brown jacket over blue t-shirt and casual slacks. Her features were petite, her water-blue eyes at once soft and patronizing, and her hair a long, raven mass down her back. She stood a few inches taller than Sakura, stance cool. Saber immediately disliked her. She lookedàFrench.