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[ With celebration taking most of the Aguril beginning, it kind of made it harder to sneak back on time into the Coven lessons again. Someone took longer vacations for most of classes (he couldn't access his magic fully with the limiters anyway so)

That someone required one day at Evocation to notice that one (1x) Princess is not having home-made lunch. One day is an accident, two days are a coincidence, three... three are a pattern

So on the 8th of Aguril he approaches one (1x) Princess holding two [(1), (2)] lunch boxes. ]

Hey, it's been a while. I got something for you. [ Caster says as it's just the most obvious thing in the world and puts the boxes on Zelda's table. One of the boxes contain more meat and is generally simpler, the other one has handcrafted stuff like those local, carrot-like vegetables cut into freaking flowers, complete with edible flowers.

There is no kill like overkill when it comes to Archer cooking. All that he had to say was "Hey, could you make a lunch for that girl in my class too" and that's what he gets. ]

[This... is unexpected. Zelda looks up from her notes at the boxes with no small amount of surprise, blinking owlishly as though they conjured themselves out of thin air right in front of her. And with the voice that accompanies them, she is reminded all too much of Litha, causing just the very tips of her ears to redden as they turn downwards slightly in question.]

... Whatever for?

[They do look delicious, each in their own way, but she has to wonder. What does he want? What's the catch? There's gotta be a catch.]

For you. To eat. [ Does he really have to spell it out? Sure he can. ] I've noticed you haven't been eating lunches even since I returned, so—

[ Vague shrug. What is he supposed to say? I arranged that you will be well-fed? Well, that is true. But why? Ah to that answer is so simple it just rolls off his tongue without thinking ]

I got kind of worried.

You... were worried? About me?

[The slow blinking continues, like such a thing is bizarre and unheard of. Yes, we are spelling everything out in detail here during lunchtime at the Coven today.]

I-- well, the people I had been staying with all moved out for one reason or another-- [Two straight up disappeared and the third moved in with her Bonded.] --including the one who had graciously been making our meals. But it is not as though I have been starving without them, I assure you.

[She just has to be a bit more frugal, is all. She's been through worse.]

[ Caster just nods at the question about being worried about her. Isn't it normal? You get worried about your friends and allies. Classmates count as allies, yeh? Brothers and sister in ~~arms~~ Evocation.

She's smart and cute, that helps ]

Ah, a shame— Sorry to hear that. [ Caster figured it must have been something like this, and bites his tongue on offering her move-in. He figures she wouldn't want to live with a bunch of weird guys anyway ｢ and because timeline-wise it wouldn't make sense ｣. He taps the lunch box ] You spend long hours here, so you could use a snack break, though.

[ Take care of yourself, yo. ]

Ah, I-- I do not mean to sound ungrateful...

[Though she certainly still sounds perplexed by all of this even as she reaches out to pull the offered box closer. It is... very pretty. She didn't know food could look so pretty.]

I am just... unaccustomed to someone taking notice of something as inconsequential as that. It is very thoughtful of you to do this, thank you.

[The words themselves are nice and polite enough, but something still sounds just a little off about them, like she's not quite sure what to think of Caster noticing something like her lack of lunch on Coven days. Certainly, she's fortunate that he's reacting with kindness to it, but... what if the habit he took note of was something else? What if he was someone else? For someone who has spent much of their life trying to be as unseen as possible, it's a startling revelation to be presented with.

Because of course she's overthinking all of it. She wouldn't be herself if she didn't.]

[ For all his recklessness and sometimes calculated carelessness, he is observant. And he does take notice of those "inconsequential" things. ]

Always a good moment to start getting accustomed to then. [ It's kind of sad, really. To be perplexed by simple act of kindness. A most likely sign of— this girl didn't have many friends, if at all. Forever guarded, forever building a wall. A place like this makes it even worse, no?

A simple act of kindness costs nothing. ]

Now eat it before the lunch break is over.

I do not know about that...

[She's not so sure she'll ever have the luxury to to get used to something like that, but she supposes she can't discount the idea wholesale. Regardless, Caster directs her attention elsewhere and she nods, picking up a fork (sorry, Archer, we're not in Japan anymore) and scooping out a portion of rice. Her brows raise with surprise shortly after, her hand lifting to cover her mouth as she chews.]

My goodness...!

[!!! It's good??]

[ Mission accomplished, one (1x) princess is eating. He joins her and starts his own lunch ]

You like it, I take it? [ Because of course, he has to ask. He very well knows this food is good, but he is also going to take mental notes on what kind of dishes she will favor ] We no longer attends that many classes together, so let me know where we could meet; or where should I drop the lunch box tomorrow.

[She nods, covering her mouth with a hand as she hums the affirmative to his question. For what it's worth, she doesn't seem to be particularly picky, sampling each portion of the bento with mildly suppressed enthusiasm. Though she pauses as he continues.]

... You are going to make more? [Oh no, he forgot to mention Archer's hand in this scheme.] I do not know if I can accept such an imposition... Are you certain you do not want anything in trade? I-- I do not know what exactly I can offer, but--...

[she'd feel bad........]

[ Ooops, indeed he never mentioned it. Kind of assuming it was obvious he wasn't the one making it. Diarmuid could tell immediately. ]

I'm going to bring more— sadly making these little works of art is not a skill I posses. [ Or rather not a skill he ever bothered to acquire. A subtle difference, but alas. He does get why she would want to trade—

He hums thoughtfully. ] Consider it a hospitality thing. Don't want to make it into a transaction, or debt.

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