Saberfes!

Chapter 194

Chapter 194

*SpLAT*

"Hans, Ernst, you two go grab a map and clean up the spill!"

*BANG*

"The oven's on fire!! We need an extinguisher here!"

"There's no extinguisher here! Someone use magecraft to put it out!"

*bwoof-BAM*

"Who dropped a bag of FLOUR next to the FLAMING OVEN!?"

As he said that, a series of popping sounds crackled behind him. Without turning around, he already knew something had gone wrong with the microwave as well.

"New orders juuuust came in! They want twelve more orders of pancakes with, like, whipped cream, apple butter, icecream, cinnamon, bananas, chocolate sauce aaand cream cheese, plus a totally double order of English breakfast with a fruit platter!"

A homunculus who looked about the same as Sella yet gave off a more youthful impression rapidly scanned through the notepad in her hand and rattled off a series of orders, taking a full five minutes to recite everything even while moving her mouth at supersonic speeds.

When she was finished, he pointed over to a trolley stacked to the brim with food.

"Take the finished ones to them, and don't let any plates drop."

The dishes were layered together in a haphazard fashion that somehow allowed the trolley to exceed it's supposed capacity as the dishes swayed back and forth, looking like a stiff breeze could send them crashing to the floor. The homunculus girl gulped, but she still saluted Shirou with confidence.

"You can totally leave it to me Shirou-chi!"

The wheels rolled across the floor as it burst through the double doors and shot through the hallways to the ravenous beasts awaiting their food, who had already eaten several carts.

As the kitchen struggled to keep up, Sella watched from behind the Servant trio as they ate, thinking back to how well it seemed to be going up until an hour ago.

The homunculi cooking staff received a breath of fresh air when Shirou went in, and together they started doing everything they could to return the kitchen to it's former glory. The numerous stains, spills and scorch marks were scrubbed to oblivion as he pulled out every trick in the book to turn the kitchen spotless. It would have taken too long by himself, but with their help he was able to swiftly move on to repairing the various cooking ware and machinery that had broken or malfunctioned during their arduous culinary marathon.

"Oh so that's how you use it?"

Those words came up frequently as he realized the homunculi had no idea how to operate the top of the line equipment that they had installed in the kitchen. Most of them were only used to more traditional methods, and gas-burners were the limit for them. They could barely use an oven, and it explained why the blenders, rice-cookers and other more complicated gadgets were all trashed. It was the first time he'd seen raw steak fermenting inside a pile of salt within the rice-cooker, and the rest were in a similar state. His heart twisted when he saw their condition, but in the end after a quick inspection, he realized most of them were still salvageable.

By the time he had finished fixing most of them, the kitchen was largely back to it's original state, and in return the homunculi seemed to be rejuvenated as well. After checking the fridge and cupboards to make sure ingredients were well-stocked, he slung a relatively clean apron around his neck and went to work.

Working in tandem with the team of homunculi that though traditional, were still well-versed in the arts of cooking, he finished the traditional Japanese breakfast that he usually. It took a bit longer than usual since he had to teach