No full chapters, but have omakes as I try to relax.
[Moussaka]
Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!
This isn't canon, not yet anyways.
Commissioned by @Dragontrapper
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It had come as a surprise to Shirou when Medea told him she wanted to help him cook. The fact that she knew how wasn't a surprise, he knew the woman's story, and, given Jasons… well, by the way she had described the man, he rather expected she did the majority of the housework. So no, that was in no way a surprise, what
was however, was that she was willing to do so again. Taiga joked from time to time that he never allowed anyone else in his kitchen, and that was, admittedly, partially true. Sakura and him tended to take turns, the majority of the dishes they prepared being too simple to require more than one person.
While Taiga was banned from his kitchen entirely. That wasn't to say the woman wasn't a good cook however, she was surprisingly excellent at it. However, Taiga, with food much like with life, did not believe in proper portion control.
"In my time, we would not be making anything this… exuberant outside of feasts, nor would someone be capable of eating this with their hands." Medea observes, looking over at the pot Shirou was preparing. Her own hands were busy, chopping vegetables just beside him.
Shirou, for his part, simply smiles. "Well, I've never made anything like this, I thought it would be worth trying. Though finding the lamb was… tricky."
Medea paused for a moment, then smiled. It was not a friendly smile, it was the wicked smile of a witch. "I could always ask Circe?"
Shirou paused in his stirring, the loud
pops of the sauce on the pan filling the air. Then he turned to look at his servant, a deep frown on his face. "Inform her that she's still banned from turning people into livestock."
Medea snorts, returning to her cutting. "Inform her yourself. That woman does not listen to me."
"Does she listen to anybody?"
"Hekate, sometimes."
Shirou sighs, then focuses on the cooking, minutes of silence passing between the two of them. Medea being pointed through the kitchen with little more than points and gestures, a subtle, silent communication between the servant and master born of battle and mutual understanding. It wasn't until the meal was almost finished that she finally spoke again. "So, why the urge to cook grecian food Shirou?" Medea asks, almost sounding innocent, almost.
"I thought you would enjoy it," Shirou answers, reaching over to turn off the stove.
"And you believe you would need to cook, simply for
my enjoyment, why?" the witch asks, managing to sound both annoyed and genuinely curious at the same time. "You have eight others vying for your attention, three of which are fine cooks in their own right. I am bound to you regardless, so why this?"
Shirou stares at the pan for a moment, visibly thinking. Then he ever so slowly turns his head towards Medea, the plotting witch of Colchis. "You know why, so are you just fishing for validation?"
Medea smiles. "Well, I certainly wouldn't say
no."
Shirou rolls his eyes. "Witch."
"
Guilty~" Medea replies with a grin.
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Been going through a rough patch with this story recently, ya'll still enjoying it?