[ It's probably pretty lucky that Saber has already briefed her on the "king" thing. Otherwise her eyes would be bugging out of her head (or she'd be more disbelieving). As it is - ]

Aw, c'mon. What's shady about a mountain of food shared among the town? You know what they say: Unquiet meals make ill digestions!

[ The unfortunate thing here is that Magilou will poke a hornet's nest just to watch the chaos unfold. Even if that chaos would be harm unto herself. ]

If you must know, I guess the succinct way to put it is that we're compatriots! Comrades-in-arms! United by the joy that is comedy and combat! Where I go, she follows, and where she falters, I strike!

[ This is about the worst damn way she could have described friendship, probably. What's worse is the sentence immediately following, said in a rush: ]

There's also the "exchanging vows for a contract" thing, if that clears stuff up.