[ flat lets himself get dragged away, neither fussing or complaining as they move through the crowds of people. all he does is take in the sights-- of the people, of cyrus, and of gray's familiar form.

once they're in a quieter area and she asks him to resume, flat dons a sheepish grin as he starts telling the story. ]

W-well, it technically started as a huge misunderstanding! You see, I wanted to go participate in the Holy Grail War in the USA, and I thought that the Professor had prepared a catalyst for me because he gave me this really cool looking knife that was signed by Jack the Ripper.

[ maybe gray can chew on the absurdity of jack the ripper signing one of his own weapons, because flat sure didn't even consider it at the time. ]

So I went to Snowfield, Nevada, and I summoned them! Jack the Ripper! But turns out, that the Professor didn't want me there at all and, in fact, the gift that I thought was a cool catalyst was actually a toy. Can you believe that? [ he is still so genuinely shocked about it. ] But anyways, I think uh... three days had passed before I came here! Oh man, I got to see so many cool Servants-- I met Alexandre Dumas père--you know, the one who made The Three Musketeers-- and everything!