[h2][center]Kumozaki Keisuke[/center][/h2]

Keisuke gritted his teeth as the feeling of Medea glaring in his general direction pierced through him, sending a shiver (or five) straight down his spine. Though he had certainly dealt with intimidating things in the past, the death glare from the Caster (through a damn hood, no less) caused him to pause for a moment before shaking it off. If this was just a result of rudimentary magecraft from the Age of Gods, and if it was used for such a trivial purpose, who knew what she would be able to perform given enough time and resources.

As he began to walk with Atalanta towards the room's exit, the Enforcer barely caught the Servant's final statement, which caused him to frown. Turning toward the Lancer that had caught her attention, Keisuke tried to trace the origin of her discontent...
Which was easy enough to do, given the location of the mole and all that.
Even if he wasn't necessarily affected or knew much (if at all) about Diarmuid's myth, the effect was clear enough if he pieced together all the context he knew about Atalanta. Even if it was understandable, though, he couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed. There was clearly a gap between him and his Servant that would not be easily bridged...
Which meant he had a [i]lot[/i] of work ahead of him to actually gain her trust,
"...I take offense to that last statement. It's not like all guys are like that, y'know..." he responded, shaking his head as he picked up his pace in an ultimately futile attempt to catch up to his Servant.

Once he arrived at the dining hall, he was greeted with the sight of Atalanta greedily eating with no regard for any manners. Keisuke thought for a moment to call her out for it, but soon decided against doing so and instead began to walk around the banquet laid out in front of them.

"Rice, fish, egg, soy sauce, pork, beef... Yes, please," he said to himself, smiling as he obtained a portion of each before noting an array of pastries and pies off to the side. Though he didn't quite care much for sweet things during any time not after dinner, the smell of caramelized apples underneath the crust of one coupled with the small pile of apples next to Atalanta made him consider at least attempting to try and relate.

And so that was added to the list of food he had on his plate, if only to try and present to the Archer.

With food in hand, Keisuke made his way over to where Atalanta was and poked her back with his right elbow, motioning towards the variety of empty tables nearby.

"I'm gonna eat over there; I'd recommend you move, too, else we be inconvenient towards others who also want to eat. The food won't run away or anything, so don't worry about trying to eat all you can; they probably have more in stock, to be honest," he said, turning away to take his seat. "By the way, they have some apple pie here. If you want to try it out, I picked some up, just in case."

Trying to bribe a cat-eared Servant with pie... Quite frankly, the Enforcer never thought he'd see the day where he'd even [i]attempt[/i] something like this.

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[h2][center]Sakata Kintoki[/center][/h2]
"Woohoo! Food!" Kintoki shouted, pumping his fist in the air as he followed Svetleaze out of the room. The thought of eating meat again was at the forefront of his mind, and the Berserker licked his lips as he imagined just biting into a giant cut of wild boar.
Mmm, boar.
With a wide grin on his face, Kintoki turned his head as he noticed that one of the other Masters was trying to catch the attention of his own, which was... Well, frankly, food was more important at the moment, but hey, the more the merrier, right?

Once he arrived at the hall, though, it was as if Kintoki's Mad Enhancement had gone off (it actually hadn't, but the sight of food certainly made him dash forward like a hungry beast). With a deft motion, Kintoki grabbed the bones of the equivalent of two racks of lamb between the gaps of his fingers and began chomping down, walking back over to his Master with those in hand. He could grab more later, but his desire to meat had to be sated first.

"...Mmm... Hey, this ain't boar! Pretty juicy stuff, but it ain't boar. Dang," he said between bites, chomping off one after the other as she went to obtain her own food...

Assuming that Svetleaze did so, of course. He had enough work as a retainer to know that they were to stand at their lord's beck and call, even if he was the type that occasionally broke ranks because of his priority towards things like food.

But hey, it was food! Surely she could excuse him for wanting something to eat, right?