[ Sanson's answer is not entirely surprising, and thus answered with a small nod. But Atsushi's earns a tiny, muffled grunt and a slight dip of the head. Not entirely displeased, but ... a little ruffled, perhaps. ]
... well, you're free to come in. It's cold.
[ Yes, Servants are immune to the weather, but Atsushi probably isn't. And regardless, it's the proper thing to do, he supposes. Avicebron pushes the door open so they can come in. A wave of the hand, and the humanoid golem that had been sweeping the hallway sets aside the broom to stride towards the kitchen. ]
I can offer you tea or wine.
[ Those are, like, literally the only two things he has in his kitchen, okay. ]
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... well, you're free to come in. It's cold.
[ Yes, Servants are immune to the weather, but Atsushi probably isn't. And regardless, it's the proper thing to do, he supposes. Avicebron pushes the door open so they can come in. A wave of the hand, and the humanoid golem that had been sweeping the hallway sets aside the broom to stride towards the kitchen. ]
I can offer you tea or wine.
[ Those are, like, literally the only two things he has in his kitchen, okay. ]