Try as he might, he couldn't keep the upturn of the corners of his mouth down anymore than he could his habit of stirring the rice clockwise then counter, watching the two of them wolf down the latest meal he had prepared. At the edge of the table, he spied their younger - at least in the physical sense - counterpart glaring hotly of the both of them, unable to keep her own pride in check.
At the sound of tapping chopsticks, Heroic Spirit EMIYA shook his head, already picking up the next plate ... and staring into the deep, determined gazes of two erstwhile Kings.
