I wrote you a novel ￢.￢

[It's true that Archer has an ulterior motive, but it's nothing sinister. He's been suspecting that it is Caster's class that makes him so dissatisfied with his summon. While Caster isn't someone to dwell on things, having Lancer - quite literally - on his hands is most likely making the whole situation worse. Spar won't help much this time, and the only option left for Archer is to humiliate himself and drag Caster on a date.]

Too much to choose from? [Archer smirks and waves the waiter over, orders chocolate ice latte for him and double parfait for himself. Well, the joke is that double parfait is actually a parfait for two, perfect for a date.]