A Much-Needed Break (Special Halloween Mission, finished)

"Seconds."

Those were the King of Knight's first words after practically inhaling an entire tray of Archer's baked goods. Admittedly, his past self spent a lot of time making Japanese food rather than sweets, but it seems such a thing was not beyond his capabilities as a Servant. Calmly she sat and waited with the empty tray set before her, almost as if meditating on her "meal". Even in such a place, at such a time, she radiated a kind of regal aura that only true Kings possessed. The true power of the Charisma skill, making any action one took seem king-like in nature. As the men hired by the red Archer brought out another full tray, she gave a small bow and clapped her hands together.

"いただきます." she almost habitually spoke to herself before immediately beginning consuming the sweets. No matter its make or color or texture, she consumed it with an inhuman grace and perfection. Her expression did not change as she ate, seeming to carefully contemplate each for a moment before moving onto the next. Each was given equal judgment and all considered as she ate, clearing yet another tray in record time. Every single sweet had its own appeal and charm, and she respected each as they graced her palate. She could not show bias to any, with such careful effort and care put into every single one. It would be an insult to the baker and the baked goods themselves. 

"Thirds." Arturia spoke simply, returning to her near meditative state in anticipation for the third tray. The gourmet spirit was not for mere entrees; it covered all courses of a meal and judged them all appropriately. A sweet was a dessert that deserved to be consumed and considered such, no matter if there were preceding courses or not. If she could not do that, then how could she properly consume a whole meal? If an entree was not viewed as an entree, an appetizer as an appetizer, or a dessert as a dessert, then anarchy would take over and nothing would remain of the meal. She had to impartially, but properly view each piece of food and its place in the meal to truly enjoy them.

Long live the King of Gluttons.

Assassin still did not understand this "holiday" of sorts. One of the researches had explained the gist of it to the Native American servant, and the summoning knowledge given to her was enough to explain what the day technically was. But it was a matter of not really understanding the spirit of it. To her, it simply seemed like an excuse to do something while their ability to ray-shift was disabled. She got the basic idea of dressing up in outfits, but wasn't terribly... well versed on the whole "ghouls, vampires, and goblins" and what not. Which is why she decided simply wearing a simple, traditional eagle-mask often adorned for rituals was the only addition to her traditional attire needed.

Which in hindsight, in of itself was also not at all necessary.

Bitterly remarking to herself internally, as the Assassin noticed none of the other servants she passed were really particularly disguised. Only the researches seemed to have made any attempt to dress themselves up. Well, that and the lumbering sweet monstrosity that she had passed in the hallways on the way to the table. Maybe she had misinterpreted? Hm. Who knows. Utilizing her classes ability to slink about unnoticed, Naayééʼ Neizghání quietly made her way into the room where the food was being distributed. 

Slipping in, it was almost habit to sneak in rather than just walk in like a normal human being, causing the pumpkin waitress distributing Halloween treats to miss the Assassin entirely. Which was fortunate for everyone involved, given Atlas' polluting of her supply. The Assassin's eyes roamed around quickly, peering through the eye-holes of her mask to identify what she was looking for; The sweets. Her singular goal for even deigning to show up to this ridiculous event. Unfortunately, the sweets she locked onto were quickly devoured by a girl who could be no more than half assassin's size, whom was currently shoveling away food faster and more regally than should be physically possible for a girl her size.

No matter, there should be plenty to go around, right?

Finally settling on a table appropriately adorned with cakes, pastries, and plenty of other food, Assassin slipped out from the corner of the room, approaching the table cautiously. She had barely reached her arm out to grab something when suddenly something, or more accurately someone, suddenly obscured the food as she took it upon herself to simply climb up the table and leer out among the room from atop of it, perching herself atop the table Assassin was currently trying to remove food from. Needless to say, this was somewhat irritating, even if the woman had the most mystifying hair she'd ever seen.

Dropping her Presence Concealment, she grabbed a cupcake out from under the woman, eyeing her through the vaguely avian mask she wore. Ofcourse she couldn't eat the cupcake until she took the mask off, so she simply held it aside, examining it offhandedly between looks at the pink-haired attention seeker.

"Unless you're part of the Menu, I would not stand atop the table. You might irritate those wishing to partake in the food that has been so generously provided."

It was supposed to be a joke.