Gilgamesh remained himself for the duration of this bath and breakfast. Of course, it went without saying that he would 'allow' her to do what she wished. "I am starting to believe you simply enjoy being told off after getting your way for so long..." Artoria stated. In truth she had no problem with any of this information. "But I will do as I like and you will be fine with it, so I suppose it matters little your motivations," she said seeming to find nothing more amusing then the idea that the King of Heroes found himself subdued by any aspect of her in any way that made sense.
That being said, it wasn't as if he was truly completely tamed. The way he chose to take her view of victory was one such bit of knowledge towards that point. He would, if nothing else bend any logic into his own to make his point. "You know that is not what I meant... and yet it is not untrue. It is problematic for you to be this way..." she said only to shake her head from left to right. "But I do not hate this about you..." she said carefully as she could. She asked for coffee and it was provided though not without thea bit of curiosity expressed by the King of Heroes. Of all the things she could demand coffee was apparently simple. A smirk came to the Queen of Knights face in this moment. "Things are simple, but they are also things I have not found on my own yet. A cup of coffee is one thing I have been missing, there is nothing like it in Albion. If not for all the annoyances surrounding the last thousand years. I likely would have gone on a walk to find it myself~" she said as if that was a perfectly reasonable use of her time. Of course beyond this there was now coffee and milk. She'd go about making this cup with the utmost care.
That filled and piping hot pot smelled divine. It was definitely coffee but it was unlike any she'd ever smelled before. As she poured it into her cup, she'd gone quiet, except to say one little thing as she breathed in what she knew to be liquid heaven. "You realize I am my own type of hoarder... wisdom would tell you to keep anything you can from me. Especially anything I would weaponize..." she mentioned ever so casually. "Also you need not understand, but once a girl like me lived only on coffee. And nothing was better than the first cup of the day..." she said those eyes of hers full of happy light and memories surrounding the movements of her family around their various idiosyncrasies. Of course, that speech would come to an end as she looked upon this glowing milk. A sniff... it was sweet, glowing and seemed to be quite tasty in its own right. Why was this how she would be receiving coffee. She should question it. This combination seemed outlandish given what she'd asked for. But she was wary. What if she said something and found out this was some ridiculous thing she could only get from him? Yeah, it was better not to inspire her own anger by finding out he'd cheated his way into something else he did not understand the value of. A few drops just a few and that coffee reached the coloration she preferred. Sun-baked bronze similar to the complexion boasted by the Sun King. Ah... and now it smelled even better. It was strange, she remembered coffee with an underlying bitterness and acidity to be equalized by cream. Here and now it smelled gently of fruits and caramels, and with the addition of the milk gained something of a sap like sweetness, similar to chocolates and fruits. But how would it taste?
Ah there was much to do before this. Yet another ritual of Hoshimi Eri was making itself known in a moment like this... as the stirring of that cup, came with the closing of her eyes the silence of rippling water, and the gentle chime of a spoon around a cup. This would happen specifically ten times before she stopped the spoon and opened her eyes. Two hands were used to hold this cup and the closer it got to her face the more delicious it smelled. That first sip was taken even as hot as it was and...
It danced over her taste buds. A harmony which was beyond anything she'd ever had. There was no underlying bitterness to be covered. It had the complexity of a light roast, but the robust flavors of a dark roast. It was fruity, and velvety. It was sweet without even the addition of sugar and it was perfection incarnate. Unlike the general upper feeling of just the coffee, it seemed to come with a glow of enhancing mana. The milk added to it, seemed to enhance the texture of it, making that gentle sip feel like a gallon as it slipped down her throat. It was awe inspiring. "oooooooOOOOOOwaaaaaaaaaaaah!~" Just a sharp intake of breath after the sip. From her left eye a single tear rolled down her face. Why?! It was so good. Too good even. And along with the lingering flavor of that single bite of omelet this breakfast was perfection. Pure and simple.