[Well, now they're both blushing. That's fine! Mash finds it easier to stare down at the salmon's appealing plating (packeting?!) than to look up at Shirou, but whatever, that works too.]
That's . . . w-well, I hope so . . .
[Her mind spins its wheels trying to come up with something else to say on the subject, but it can't. Anything more feels like it's getting into truly embarrassing territory, especially with someone she's just met. And who knows Ritsuka! Better than he knows Mash, at that!
At last she lands on something else entirely. It's no less awkward, but her brain seizes on it as the first alternative to present itself, so it comes out pretty suddenly when she lifts her head again:]
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That's . . . w-well, I hope so . . .
[Her mind spins its wheels trying to come up with something else to say on the subject, but it can't. Anything more feels like it's getting into truly embarrassing territory, especially with someone she's just met. And who knows Ritsuka! Better than he knows Mash, at that!
At last she lands on something else entirely. It's no less awkward, but her brain seizes on it as the first alternative to present itself, so it comes out pretty suddenly when she lifts her head again:]
—Emiya-san, is your Saber King Arthur?