[He comments as she continues to drag him along to her room. It's less the eating that he enjoys and more the cooking, however. Just in case Ishtar decides to make him her personal chef, he'll withhold that information.
They pass by many doors. One door is one where their Master sleeps, but they continue on. By some miracle, they don't run into any other Servants. If they did, he has no idea how he would explain this.
The truth is ridiculous enough he wonders if anybody would believe it.]
What've you tasted here? I can't picture you cooking anything.
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[He comments as she continues to drag him along to her room. It's less the eating that he enjoys and more the cooking, however. Just in case Ishtar decides to make him her personal chef, he'll withhold that information.
They pass by many doors. One door is one where their Master sleeps, but they continue on. By some miracle, they don't run into any other Servants. If they did, he has no idea how he would explain this.
The truth is ridiculous enough he wonders if anybody would believe it.]
What've you tasted here? I can't picture you cooking anything.
[Anything good.]