Aleister groaned as he limped his way into the manor kitchen.

“Are you okay, young master?” Myra asked as she rushed over to him.

“W-water,” Aleister said, gasping for air.

Myra grabbed a glass and twisted the spout of a barrel before she handed it over. Aleister downed the entire glass in an instant. He then sat down on a kitchen stool and let out a heavy breath. Myra grabbed a plate from atop the stove and placed it in front of him.

“I—made some small changes,” Myra said, looking away as she twirled her hair around her fingers, “But all the core ingredients are still in there.”

Aleister looked at the plate in front of him. On the bottom were four slices of perfectly golden-brown toast with a heaping spoonful of strained yogurt, with vibrant and fresh berries piled on top. A small amount of drool managed to escape from his mouth before he sucked it back up.

“Holy hell, this looks better than anything served at the banquet last night,” Aleister said. “How long did this take you to make?”

“The recipe was simple, so it only took me about fifteen minutes to create it originally,” Myra said. “But, with all the changes I made, it took me about two hours to create the version in your hands.”

Aleister nodded as he cut into the dish and took a bite. He tilted his head back and with a wide grin said, “I have no idea how this qualifies as breakfast, but I’m sure glad it does.”

“I’m glad that you like it, but it was mostly the work of the creator of the recipe that made it delicious in the first place,” Myra said.

“Don’t discredit yourself too much, I’m sure that if I tried to recreate this, it would have ended up as a disaster the first hundred times,” Aleister said, raising his fork, “Anyway, you should try some of your own creation.”

Myra motioned her hand over her stomach. “I would accept, but I’m afraid that I consumed too much food in the first place in order during my creation.”

“That would make sense,” Aleister said as he put the fork in his mouth to finish the bite. And the next one after that. And the next. And—his fork scraped against the ceramic plate as it came into contact with nothing.

“You need to eat slower next time,” Syn said. “Not just in order to savor your food more, but it helps with digestion and chewing for longer periods of time with mindfulness will keep you satiated for an even longer time.”

“Of course you would bring up a specific technique of how I need to consume my food,” Aleister said.

Syn shook her head. “You need to do the hard work sowing your seeds now, so you can reap the maximum amount of benefits later.”

“I know,” Aleister said. “Just let me complain, alright.”

“Oh, are you talking to your Contractor?” Myra asked.

Aleister nodded. “I forgot that you can’t hear her, but maybe that’s for the best.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Syn asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Nothing,” he said, avoiding giving her answer to her question. “Now, what am I eating next?”

Syn handed him another piece of parchment with small and detailed writing scribbled across the entire length and width.

“How did you just create that paper out of thin air?” Myra asked.

“Eh?” Aleister looked at her with a confused expression for just a second. “Oh yeah, I don’t know how I forgot, but just think about it this way. The paper isn’t coming from thin air, its coming from another dimension that exists on top of the current one we live in.”

Myra squinted her eyes as she glared at Aleister.

“Look, I may have not explained it perfectly, making it seemed more farfetched than it really is, but even so, is it that crazy that such a thing would exist in the first place?” Aleister asked.

She relaxed her posture as she said with a forlorn face, “I wouldn’t know.”

Aleister let out a deep sigh. Even being a maid in the manor of such important figures, she didn’t know much about the goings-on of what being a Weaver is like. Not that he knew much of what it meant to be one either. Most of his information came from Syn, or if Gilmore mentioned something vague in random passing.

“Well, now you do know that piece of information,” Aleister said, trying to maintain a positive outlook and change the subject at the same time. “But what you will be able to do with that, I wouldn’t know. But, I do know that this piece of paper has a new recipe for you.”

Myra took it from his hand and started reading it. Around a minute passed by before she looked up and said, “Most of this is just a variation on one recipe, making my job rather pointless if it wasn’t for what I need to create for dinner. There are multiple editions for this recipe too, but it seems much more exotic in nature. It’s some sort of weird flatbread that is topped with tomato sauce, various kinds of cheese, meat and vegetables. Something that I haven’t seen or heard of before.”

“Bread, cheese, meat,” Aleister said as drool managed to escape from his mouth once more. “The best foods combined into one meal. What more could one ask for?”

“I for one would ask why you haven’t started running again?” Syn said.

Aleister clicked his tongue before grumbling under his breath.

“What’s wrong, young master?” Myra asked.

“I need to start running again,” he answered.

“Oh,” she said with a nod. “What are you running for?”

“Uh,” Aleister paused as he realized he didn’t actually know what his purpose in running was. “Why am I running?”

Syn rolled her eyes. “Please don’t tell me you don’t actually know why you’re running.”