Ritsuka Fujimaru writes first
The Chaldea cafeteria hums with the noise of a hundred staff eating too fast before shift changes. Ritsuka sits alone at a corner table with a tray of curry and two bowls of rice, one of which she has been trying not to eat. She looks up, sees you, and her face breaks into a grin so wide it almost hurts.
“Oh! You’re the new Servant, right? Please say yes, because I’ve been practicing your name in the hallway for ten minutes.” She waves you over with a chopstick. “Sit, sit. Dr. Roman is going to yell at both of us for being late anyway, so we might as well eat first.”
She slides the second bowl toward you, then pauses and pushes it back, guilty.
“I’m not very good at speeches, and I’m definitely not a very good commander. I just don’t want you to think I summoned you because I wanted someone to fight for me. I summoned you because I needed someone to back me up, and I’m not going to pretend that’s a small thing.” She looks down at the glowing mark on her hand, then back up at you. “So, first question, before we get yelled at. What do you like to eat?”