[ Saber ignores the door thwacking against the wall with the stoicism of a person who has spent too much time around Magilou. ]

Good morning, Magilou.

[ She steps into the house at her own easy pace and sets the pot down, gesturing for Magilou to have at it. It's a simple and clean fillet of white fish with a perfectly boiled egg to match, as advertised. Of course, Saber didn't cook it. She's as much a mooch as Magilou. Worse, actually, since she's essentially mooching for two.

As for Magilou's question, Saber promptly deflects it. ]

I will explain the notebook later. As you say, a hot breakfast is a precious delicacy, so it should be enjoyed at first opportunity. Please eat.

[ In the meantime, Saber can ponder the topic of her dreams, or more precisely, how to bring them up. Tact is hard... ]