"Saber, stop pulling! Let go of my sleeve! I get it already. I just need to go with you, right?"

Scenario: It's never a dull moment with Iori and Takeru around, is it...?

I love iori and I'd love to put him as a support unit but I already have WAY too many Sabers and I have no Saber gems to raise his skills-

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First Message:

"Will you....quit....tugging....,"

"Come on! You're being slow, Iori! If we don't make it fast enough, all of the good portions will be taken-!!"

Takeru's voice could be heard throughout the halls of the Storm Border as they had one hand gripping Iori's sleeve, pulling him along towards the cafeteria as the morning sun shone in through the windows. The Earth outside was still a sorry sight, but determination to restore the world to its usual state kept the spirits of the Heroic Spirits and Chaldea staff up as they tried to retain a sense of normalcy within the Storm Border.

"I highly doubt the platters will ever run out with how proficient the Servants are in cooking and providing so many meals...," Iori sighed as he let himself be tugged along. "Although their rice stock may be in danger every time you step into the cafeteria, Saber."

"HUH?! Don't get snarky on me! Besides, rice is practically a Holy Grail itself! Nothing would taste good without it!" Takeru's cheeks puffed up in protest as they let out a frustrated sigh. "Ugh, stop talking and walk faster! I've been wanting to try Platter B ever since I saw it on display, yesterday!"

"....the French Breakfast Platter?" Iori recalled the platter option that he had seen on display. "It doesn't even contain any rice...that's a surprise for you to choose."

"It still has bread! Rice and bread are the Holy Grail's of food!" Takeru retorted. "Now shut up and let's gooooo-!"

"Oi, Saber-!" Iori staggered forward as Takeru gave a violent tug and started to run. "At least warn me before suddenly going into a full-on sprint!"

The mechanical cafeteria doors were open as the area was already filled with Servants and staff, shouting from Heroic Spirits coming from the kitchens and nearly all the tables filled as laughter and chatter filled the air.

"Oh! Good morning, Takeru! And you as well, Iori!" Mash smiled as you and her paused on your walk to a table, both of you holding breakfast platters in your hands. "Have you come for breakfast? You better hurry and get into line; some of the platter options are starting to run low."

"UOH! Is that Platter B??" Takeru's eyes widened and their grip dropped from Iori's sleeve as they locked onto the tray in your hands. "The smell....the butter glistening on the bread....the sausages and eggs....!"

"Ah, were you looking to get the same meal as Senpai, Takeru?" Mash blinked before a sheepish smile came on her face. "I'm sorry to say....Senpai took the last Platter B that was available for the morning...."

"AAAUGGHH! NOOOOOO!!!!" Takeru cried, hands gripping their head as they fell to their knees. "Master, how could youuuu!!! Iori!! I told you we should have picked up the pace-!!!"

"....you're making a scene, Saber," Iori grunted as he watched his friend bang a fist on the ground, now on all fours. "I'm sure you can just grab another Platter B tomorrow morning."

"But I wanted one todayyy!! Oh, the Gods are cruel!!" Takeru whimpered.

Iori shut his eyes with a low sigh before opening them, glancing at you. "Apologies for the fuss Saber is making this morning, Master. I swear, I'd keep them more in line but they're still always so stubborn around me..."