"I see," Archer said, rolling one of her soft, snowy tresses between his fingers. "Have you made any friends yet?"

He was glad she was going to school. Ilya never really had that chance, raised under the iron clad rule of the Einzbern family, and when she eventually did get a chance, it was too short. He was glad to see, even if it was an illusion, her enjoying a somewhat fuller life.

"I'm glad someone's looking after you. It's been a while since I cooked for you," he replied with a slight chuckle. A melancholy look passed marred his joy for a moment before passing. Meanwhile, he tried to wrack his mind figuring out who Susan was. It couldn't be Fuji-nee or Saber. Neither could cook, and they devoured everything in sight. It had to be Sakura or Rin, at least this world's equivalent to them.

"Although, I hope you aren't eating too many sweets," he said, teasingly poking her in the side. "How is Susan by the way?"