I see... [ The words are a sigh, her breath heavy with relief. ] So it's just what I thought it was.

[ That's fine, then — and nothing she hadn't anticipated. Her tension seems to disappear in an instant, and her posture bows back up like a flower under the sun, a giggle in her voice as she speaks again. ]

I know, Assassin. However, as your Master, I formally request that you accept my hospitality.

[ If only she could explain her desire for him to taste her cooking without appearing sentimental. But, is it really so bad for her to feel that way for the first time in her life? Her nervousness returns all at once with the thought of him judging her work; she scoots to the edge of her chair, anxiously watching for any reaction. ]