Birthday Party for the King
July 7, 2010
It all came from a dream. A strange one, not typical of the young magus’ subconscious. It involved a number of people that in her dream were so familiar, but Sakura knew none of them. What there was, however, was feasting. Feasting and celebration, in some sort of a great hall, one decorated with armor and swords and the artifacts of great quests.
Years had passed since Sakura had shared the dreams of another, but she knew it after waking. It was something from Saber, a sharing that was probably accidental and certainly far more than the stoic woman would ever have allowed normally. Like Rider’s, yet different, it stayed with her, especially the detail.
The celebration was for Saber herself, her knights around the great table partaking in the birthday festivities of the ever-youthful king. And that it was today.
And so the Servant had been shooed away, with a promise to return later – the blonde woman did have her own life. Hopefully it wasn’t too suspicious, but some risks could be taken in a case like this. A few surreptitious phone calls, and the magus got her way to an early start in the kitchen, and a long one.
Of course, an equally surreptitious trip to the store was in order, just in case the Servant was around Fuyuki instead of through the hub somewhere. Besides, it wasn’t as if the Tohsaka food supply typically extended to such things as veal and pork, but some of the recipes that the magus had found were extremely tempting – and not, conceptually, all that different from the kinds of meat buns she’d grown up on.
Even if they were called pies or ‘hattes’ instead.
As things are prepared in the kitchen, she finds herself wishing she’d had a little more time…with so much invested in cooking, and arranging some of Saber’s friends to visit the mansion at the last minute, she’d not been able to find something suitable for a gift. But her Christmas dilemma recurs – even if she’s a friend and role model, what do you get a king for her birthday?
