[h2]Ghyslaine Vinla-Meir[/h2]

As she was prepared to lead Jack off to get food, another Servant approached... equally small and childish. Unlike the shy and alarming Jack, however, there was no way that they could be Assassin. She just kept talking and [i]talking[/i] without getting to a suitable point to address everything she said. It was a little overwhelming, honestly, but the blonde child said so much that there was still more than enough to try and formulate a proper response.

"Well, then, what is your name, Caster? I'm sure it's a nice name for someone as energetic as you," the blood-using magus stated, offering her other hand after a tiny pause--but not enough for the girl to start going on a tangent [i]again[/i], "Do you and Gretchen want to come eat with us?"

As for her Servant...

"I will make sure that you get some cake after a [i]proper[/i] meal."

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[h2]Medea[/h2]

Caster was, without a doubt, rather lost by what the girl said. Ancestor? That was something that she couldn't say was expected or entirely made sense to her... but after gatecrashing a wedding by setting it on fire, everything ran together in her memory. Even remembering her age or how she died. Maybe she had become a mother at some point--though in what service would that be giving people the evil they demanded of a witch?

Then the least qualified Servant to give fashion advice spoke out and suggested that she gets something else. Not that she would get other clothes for his sake but... [i]not[/i] wearing these robes might get people to stop calling her a witch so much. What was wrong with them, though? They were practical for going outdoors in.	

With Lancer now firmly interested in someone equally bizarrely dressed (what era of history even had such brazen outfits?) and his Master angry at him, an opportunity presented itself to deal with that... burning issue that had made itself apparent on being summoned. But if she was to tell her Master exactly what her plan was, there was a chance of being told to [i]not[/i] do it. Fortunately, as Caster, there was more than enough reason to get a brief time to herself.

"Master, there is something that I must do to prepare us against further conflict," the Magus from the Age of Gods stated, walking away before getting the okay, and making a beeline to [i]yet another random Irish man with a spear[/i] and his Master. Up this close, the source of the magical charming was obvious--yet weak and easily quashed compared to far more [i]divine[/i] forces of love. It was still a disgusting effect to allow to remain, particularly on someone attractive from the start: it was entirely possible someone would choose to [i]not[/i] resist. "Lancer, I believe that I can nullify your apparent curse of attraction... if you don't resist."

Getting attacked for stabbing him in the face would be awkward. There was no need to mention any other... side effects that could come with trying to disable the curse through such a blunt manner. That was partly why she asked for nothing in return for her services; charging for severing the bond between Servant and Master would backfire even if the curse [i]was[/i] stopped.