"I bribed Emiya to make a cake as a thank you."

It was placed far too elegantly on (what else) a red platter, the loaf carefully accented with pieces of candied orange that rested on little tufts of piped whipped cream. Lord El-Melloi II held the platter out towards Roman, not blinking at the doctor's fashion choice. If he could meet with students in PJs? He would.

"...And thanks. It actually was the step forward I had been anticipating."