Snark. Of course, that would be how Gilgamesh replied to her reactive statements. Strangely enough, Artoria did not mind this, it was to be considered a very pleasant moment. "I will do what I wish..." she said with a terse sounding noise. As they bantered pleasantly, her grail filled from one of his divine gates. She could not deny the usefulness of such an ability. She sipped wine as Gilgamesh admitted that it was a great feat to have him be without restraint. Accordingly, she should somehow take it as a victory. "I have already accepted my victory this day. I do not ask for another, especially one which comes with a lack of use of my legs," she said with a smirk. Still she wasn't actually mad about anything.
Moving on from this point, Artoria received an explanation of Mahrajan. A food based festival, not about Ishtar for the age of man. A party of sorts complete with fresh produce, fresh meat and a hunting competition? "I find no fault in this. I am sad, I want to go slay a great beast... " she said. Remembering one of a few pleasant moments for her. Of course, she would like that part, that fit her own joy in life. She'd slayed a great many flying bison in her day for the Yule festival. She also remembered reinstating it after calming Camelot, given it'd once been stopped by Uther during his mass hatred of magical creatures including the Fey who were worshipped during it. Whatever the case, she imagined the people would enjoy it and it could potentially be a great time to be had. She'd sip wine and think it over for just a few moments.