FOR SIEG

[duranduel]

 GIVE ME A MEME

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[duranduel]

....!

[He actually blinks, a bit startled, before pointing.]

Ah! Sieghart! Hey!

[ercnerd]

That's me!

What are you doing over there?

[duranduel]

Um. Just. Hangin' out? I guess...

How are you doin'?

[ercnerd]

As you can see, I'm in good shape.

[He's no longer black and bruised everywhere, and his bones are where they should be.

He closes the distance between them.]

Have you eaten yet?

[duranduel]

Y-Yeah, you are. And....uh. No?

[HE HAS FORGOTTEN...]

[ercnerd]

No matter how busy you are, you shouldn't skip a meal. Come on. Let's grab something.

[duranduel]

Sure...

[He is a bit intimidated, but nods.]

You know, I'm...sorry about...being weirded out by you that...first week.....

[ercnerd]

[He pivots to head for the cafeteria. Onward!]

Were you? I admit, I didn't show my best face then.

[duranduel]

Yeah, I was worried you had like....another personality. You were so different one moment to the next...

[ercnerd]

Ah, about that . . . I was just angry. A kid had just died, after all.

[And you looked like you were about to knock down. I was worried.]

[duranduel]

Yeah, I get that...

[But he's a little flustered at the thought.]

You were worried about me?

[ercnerd]

Oh, did you hear that? These incidences are so troublesome . . .

[It's no skin off his nose if Mandricardo knows, though.]

Yeah. I was worried about you. Even like that, you were still fussing over me instead of taking a moment for yourself.

[duranduel]

...

[He was thinking about me...]

You're...a good man, Sieghart. But really, it's no trouble.

[ercnerd]

Haha. Did I say that it is?

[There's a pause. The only good thing about me is my swordsmanship. Then he lifts his head as they near the cafeteria.]

What are you in the mood for?

[duranduel]

[Eh? Sieghart....is thinking of himself so poorly...?]

Uh....um. I know you haven't eaten much over there...you can choose.

[ercnerd]

[He ignores that thought. He doesn't perceive it.]

I subsisted on kids' snacks for weeks. Anything here is going to taste good to me.

[Regardless, he doesn't fight with Mandricardo and enters the cafeteria, where he makes a beeline for a hamburger.]

[duranduel]

[He'll decide to go for a hamburger, too!]

Yeah, I don't know how you guys survived like that. Even I, who really doesn't need to eat, would probably die.

[ercnerd]

You're one of those, huh?

It's good that you still eat. Food is one of life's greatest pleasures; forgoing it would be a shame.

[Then he bites a chunk out of the hamburger and savors the flavor as he chews. Oh, that's good.]

[duranduel]

Yeah, Servants can eat. They don't need to. But eating is good...

[And just nodding as he gets ketchup for his.]

Do you know how to cook, Sieghart?

[ercnerd]

I prepare what I hunt when I'm on the road. Other than that, I don't really cook.

[duranduel]

Oh...well, I did that too, but you could at least spruce it up? Even stuff you hunt can be made into nice stuff...

[ercnerd]

That's Ronan's specialty. A bland meal is no good, but I don't do more than I have to.

[duranduel]

Ronan? A friend of yours?

[ercnerd]

He's a knight from my country. We traveled together for a while. Unlike my descendant, he's as great in the kitchen as he is on the battlefield.

[duranduel]

Your descendant? Still, that's pretty cool. He sounds like a talented man.