Chaldea

...Hmm. Not bad at all. I believe I can say this turned out well enough.

Although...

...Hm.

...Morning.

Bonjour, Robin. I see you failed to get a good night's sleep yet again...

Mind your own damn business, Frenchie.

Uh...what's that on your plate? A fried egg on toast?

Not really a fancy noble's breakfast, huh?

I'm not a noble.

This is a croque madame. I'm told it's quite trendy right now, so I thought I would try it out.

I also tried adding a bit of rhubarb jam and cream cheese.

It may not look as good as a galette, but it should still be a nice pick-me-up for a busy morning.

The only problem is, it's a little too big to eat comfortably...

How so? Just pick it up and go at it like it's a burger.

...Hm? What's that pile of paper you've got there? You reading something?

I asked Mash for this.

It's a book of the plays you all performed in Salem.

Heh. It's quite interesting.

I, uh, I see.

...

There you are, Robin. I see you're here too, Sanson. ...I hope I'm not interrupting breakfast?

Oh, bonjour, Medea. Why not pull up a chair and join us?

I prepared beverages just in case someone else showed up.

Thank you. I would love some coffee, then.

...What an odd combination. I feel like I'll get heartburn, sitting between a nice guy and a show-off.

Yeah, yeah. I wasn't the one who asked you to sit with us, you know.

...By the way, Sanson.

Is it true you were resummoned at the same time Master and everyone else returned from Salem?

And that you don't have any memories of what happened after you Rayshifted there...?

So it would seem. I have no idea what happened in Salem.

But, strangely enough, I still have my memories of everything that happened prior.

Though I'm afraid it resulted in Acting Commander Da Vinci conducting a rather...invasive examination to clear me of any suspicion.

Then again, I hear there was recently a big to-do with another imposter, so I suppose I can understand.

...I-I see. I guess we both had our fair share of bad luck in that area, though in different senses...

Well hey, all's well that ends well, yeah?

Easy for you to say. Even I wasn't sure what to make of it all when I was resummoned. It's a strange sensation.

Master and Mash are giving their reports right now. Once they're done, it'll be my turn.

Some nonsense about how if we all report in at once, we're likely to fall prey to confirmation bias or something... Ugh, what a pain.

...So, Robin. Whatever happened to Circe?

Aha! So that's why you've been following me around since last night, is it?

Well Medea, lemme ask you... How do you feel about that little pip-squeak?

I gotta say, she really put one over on us.

...I think that was her way of getting revenge. I can't really blame her.

I definitely wasn't exactly respectful towards her when I was younger.

And now you are?

...

Sometimes, I look back on what she taught me, and I can't help but think I was stubborn and immature...

I confess, it pains me to admit that, though. So, I thought if I was ever able to see her again...

...I would have liked to thank her properly.

While most of what she taught me turned out to be useless, I still appreciated her kindness at times...

...

...I think I know what you mean.

I hate it when my old master's nagging pops into my head at the worst possible times too.

Right? So come on, Robin, work with me. I need more details about what happened in Salem.

Aren't you curious too, Sanson? You seem awfully unconcerned about all this...

I'm told Master will tell me all about that himself later, so I plan to wait for that.

...Whoa, seriously?

What is it, Robin? Why does that have you so shaken up?

Come to think of it, you ARE Auntie's type. Don't tell me you and she...

Huh!? What're you talking about? I'm not shook up at all.

...Hey, how about some Monsieur de Paris?

...? What did you say?

You know, that sandwich you're making. It'd be a lot easier to eat if you cut it in half diagonally.

"Monsieur de Paris"? Is that a recipe you came up with, Sanson?

Ah... Now I see. You're suggesting we cut these guillotine style?

This may sound strange coming from me, but...that doesn't seem like a great way to start one's morning...

Compared to porridge three times a day, that actually sounds rather nice.

I see. Well then, if we're going to do this, we'd best do it right.

Tomato paste should give it a much bloodier look than rhubarb. We'll need meat for a bit of realism...

O-okay, okay, I'm sorry. It was just a joke.

Haha... So was that.

Once Mash and Master get back, I think I'll ask them what they think of this recipe too.