Shirou had no idea… her time in Fuyuki was the first time she ever relaxed in her life. It used to frighten Kay, not that he would openly admit it, but he confronted her about her lack of sleeping hours and lifestyle before she became king. After that, he could not raise objections. “Hey, you there, when do you sleep?” his surly voice used to ask, trying to conceal the worry fruitlessly. In all those years, had she known why she had worked so hard and what she had tried to protect so badly?

In the end, she had just protected her ideals.

She gazed at Shirou, firstly worried he was not pushing himself, secondly because the food he was handling was of her best interests, not just for her meal, but also for everyone else… She entered the storage and walked toward him with the same solemnity people do when they visited a sacred temple and pray to the shrine of deities. "Good afternoon," she greeted him as she approached until it was he who drew closer, she stopped then and waited for him. Maybe he did not trust her near this amount of food. It was ridiculous, she preferred quality over quantity.

"Ah? Which one looks the best?” she asked, taken aback and then shot a puzzled look at the bacon. "I have never eaten bacon, I do not have a basis to judge which one would be better." She tipped her head and decided to take the wisest choice. "The most suitable portion is the one Shirou believes is the best."

She assented, confident he would choose wisely.