Dwyer/Supports


 * Note: Bolded text are voice clips from S-Support CG confession scenes

C Support

 * Avatar: Hmm. I have the strangest sensation that someone's following me...
 * Dwyer: Hi there.
 * Avatar: Dwyer? Are you stalking me?
 * Dwyer: Not you. Your sleeve.
 * Avatar: What?
 * Dwyer: If you wouldn't mind... ? Your sleeve... has a little hole... right... ...there. May I?
 * Avatar: Fix it? Uh, sure.
 * Dwyer: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. There. That should do it.
 * Avatar: Thanks. I didn't even know my shirt had a hole—or that you could sew.
 * Dwyer: It was nothing. Less than nothing. Infinitely less than nothing. I'm sure my father makes a huge deal out of mending torn sleeves. But I? In like the wind. Out like a whisper.
 * Avatar: So I see.
 * Dwyer: I heard my father sing your praises. May I... ?
 * Avatar: Er, may you what?
 * Dwyer: Sing your praises. Nothing would make me happier.
 * Avatar: I suppose. But I haven't really done much worth praising so highly.
 * Dwyer: Then I will sing that to the heavens! He has done so little! ♪
 * Avatar: Please, that's not necessary. But thank you.
 * Dwyer: Now, to make you tea. Now, I'm sure my father has made you tea in his buttling duties. But his tea is the water from the pot of your chamber compared to mine. Prepare to be carried away on a magic carpet tide of tea excellence. Just take a seat over there, if you will, and I'l get the water boiling.
 * Avatar: Uh, thanks?

B Support

 * Dwyer: Hi there, Lord Avatar. I'm ready to lavish more superior buttling on you.
 * Avatar: There's really no need, Dwyer. I've already got—
 * Dwyer: Observe! A covered cart of pastries! And here the cover comes off... Behold! A mélange of muffins! A panorama of cheesecakes! A scone or two. All baked for your pleasure. By me. Your humble servant.
 * Avatar: Oh, Dwyer. Thank you. But I can really eat only one—
 * Dwyer: Eat one? Of course. That's not insulting at all. Why, I should have better gauged the capacity of your stomach. Why, I should have better gauged the capacity of your stomach. You can eat the rest later. I had prepared a flight of teas to match your full course of pastries. But you leave me no choice. I'll make you ONE cup of perfect tea. Watch the master at work...
 * Avatar: Oh, Dywer! That actually smells amazing. What's in that tea?
 * Dwyer: The finest leaves. The freshest water. Boiled, brewed—and then tickled.
 * Avatar: You... tickled the tea?
 * Dwyer: Anything for you.
 * Avatar: But you know you're not my butler, right? We're friends.
 * Dwyer: ......
 * Avatar: Uh, Dwyer?
 * Dwyer: Are you firing me?
 * Avatar: What? No! I just feel bad that you're going to all this trouble. I could never do all this for you.
 * Dwyer: Don't worry yourself with how to ever repay me. It's my pleasure.
 * Avatar: All right, Dwyer. Keep the muffins coming. If you insist.
 * Dwyer: I do. And I will. But I feel like I must outdo myself tomorrow. Ah! I know. I will make you the perfect cup of tea.
 * Avatar: I think this is perfect enough.
 * Dwyer: That?! That is FILTH. The perfect cup requires mint from a nearly unclimbable cliff near here. How will I get it though? It's hardly ever at the marketin town. Hmph!
 * Avatar: Well, don't put yourself out too much. Like I said, this tea is good.
 * Dwyer: Good, eh? I will bear that insult in the best of spirits. Think nothing of it. I will get that mint for you somehow. I swear it on my life.
 * Avatar: Th-thanks, Dwyer.

A Support

 * Avatar: Hi, Dwyer. Can I bother you for a moment?
 * Dwyer: Do you have to ask, Lord Avatar? No, you don't.
 * Avatar: I have something for you.
 * Dwyer: For me?
 * Avatar: I wanted to do a little something for you. Since you go above and beyond for me.
 * Dwyer: Unnecessary. You shouldn't have. I will pen you a thank-you note. With paper I will make from fresh pulp. With a feather plucked from a goose. And ink squeezed from a squid. I'll just go do that now.
 * Avatar: No, wait. I haven't even given you my gift yet, Dwyer. Here, open it.
 * Dwyer: But these... Are these... ? They can't be... There are the mint leaves for the perfect cup of tea.
 * Avatar: You did want these, didn't you?
 * Dwyer: Please tell me you found these at the town market. Please!
 * Avatar: No. I had to find them in the wild.
 * Dwyer: Not atop the nearly unclimbable cliffs! No, you didn't!
 * Avatar: I did. I have to admit, it was a little scary getting up there.
 * Dwyer: ......
 * Avatar: So, you like it, right?
 * Dwyer: Are you kidding? NO! Who in their right mind would like this?!
 * Avatar: Excuse me?
 * Dwyer: You put yourself in terrible danger to get this mint. It makes me sick. Get this mint AWAY from me!
 * Avatar: I... I don't know what to say.
 * Dwyer: Just to be clear—I've pledged myself to your happiness. Muffins galore! Cheesecake beyond compare! Scones, if you must. I'll shine your shoes so bright, you'll blind yourself looking at them. And, of course, I'll make you tea. But I can't do any of that if you're lying in a broken heap at the bottom of a cliff.
 * Avatar: I'm sorry.
 * Dwyer: Sorry doesn't cut the mustard. Promise me, Lord Avatar. Tell me you'll never do anything so utterly idiotic ever again.
 * Avatar: Oh, I promise?
 * Dwyer: Well, now that we've settled that, care for a cup of mint tea?
 * Avatar: What? But you just—
 * Dwyer: What's done is done. Still, it'd be a tragedy to let this mint go to waste. I'll get the water on the boil right away, Lord Avatar...

C Support

 * Dwyer: Good day, Lady Avatar. Can I ask you for a small favor?
 * Avatar: Of course. How can I help you, Dwyer?
 * Dwyer: I just made a pot of tea, and I was wondering if you would sample it.
 * Avatar: Well, that's easy! Sure, let me have a sip. Mmm. It's really good.
 * Dwyer: I see. Any further detail you care to offer?
 * Avatar: Oh! Sure. Let's see... It's a bit florar. And do I detect hints of vanilla? In any case, it's delicious, Dwyer! Just the way I like my tea.
 * Dwyer: Yes, your perception is correct. How would you say it compares to my father's tea?
 * Avatar: Um, well... It's pretty similar, to be honest. Perhaps that's why I like it so much!
 * Dwyer: I see... I should have you know that when it comes to my skills as a butler... I have no intention of taking second place to my father. So, please understand that I will be redoubling my efforts to please you.
 * Avatar: Um, that's really not necessary...

B Support

 * Dwyer: Hello, Lady Avatar. I have another favor to ask of you.
 * Avatar: Certainly. How can I help?
 * Dwyer: I've baked some cookies. Would it be too much trouble for you to try one?
 * Avatar: Dwyer, I'd be more than happy to try one of your cookies. But please... you don't need to ask me like it's some big favor.
 * Dwyer: I don't know. What if they're terrible? It's a new recipe—completely untested.
 * Avatar: Well, let's see. *munch* *munch* They're unbelievable, of course.
 * Dwyer: Thank you, Lady Avatar. Do you have any suggestions or other feedback for me?
 * Avatar: Yes, actually.
 * Dwyer: Oh... this doesn't sound good.
 * Avatar: Relax, Dwyer. It's just... well, I need you to relax in general, actually.
 * Dwyer: I don't understand. I'm quite relaxed. Whenever I'm not working, you'll find me sleeping.
 * Avatar: Maybe so, but I feel like you're trying too hard to impress me... or defeat your father. There's no competition. You don't need to do that.
 * Dwyer: ...
 * Avatar: I want you to think of us as friends. Please treat me as you would any other friend.
 * Dwyer: I'm afraid that isn't possible. You're my boss.
 * Avatar: That's not really true. And even if it WERE true, I'd ask that you treat me as a friend.
 * Dwyer: I think I understand. I'm being a nuisance. I'll do my best to stay out of your way.
 * Avatar: No! That's not it! Dwyer, I want you to treat me as an equal. I want us to be comrades fighting together. Nothing more, nothing less.
 * Dwyer: Equals? Comrades? You and I?
 * Avatar: Yes!
 * Dwyer: Understood. However, I hope that you'll allow me to continue assisting you as a butler.
 * Avatar: If you insist. However, I insist that you allow me to assist YOU as a butler sometimes, too.
 * Dwyer: Uh... OK. As long as my father never sees you acting as my butler... I think I'm OK with that.

A Support

 * Dwyer: Hello, Lady Avatar. Would you be interested in a pot of tea?
 * Avatar: Hey, Dwyer. Sure, that would hit the spot right now!
 * Dwyer: Excellent. I'll have it ready in a moment. By the way, I just wanted to say that it's always my pleasure to serve you. You are a kind and fair master, but—
 * Avatar: Dwyer, I thought I told you to lay off that whole "master" thing.
 * Dwyer: Ah... my apologies. It's just that you have such a pleasant disposition... And Father always says—
 * Avatar: What does your father have to do with this?
 * Dwyer: Everything, I'm afraid. Ah, the tea is ready. Please, have a sip before we continue.
 * Avatar: Thank you, Dwyer. Mmm, it's perfect, as always.
 * Dwyer: And how is it compared to my father's?
 * Avatar: Dwyer, for the last time... Jakob is very skilled at what he does. And so are you. Both of you make a wonderful pot of tea. Why does it have to be a competition?
 * Dwyer: I... I don't know. But, for you sake, I will try to refrain from competing with my father.
 * Avatar: That's good to hear. Now, how would you like some fresh-baked cookies?
 * Dwyer: What?!
 * Avatar: It's like I told you before. We're friends. Friends can do nice things for each other.
 * Dwyer: Well... thank you, I guess. *crunch* *crunch* These are amazing. How did you get such depth of flavor?
 * Avatar: Ha! It's an old trick. I browned the butter before I mixed it into the batter.
 * Dwyer: I see... Wait until my father tastes my next test batch... I mean, thank you, Lady Avatar.

S Support

 * Dwyer:  Sorry to bother you, Lady Avatar, but would you like anything to eat?
 * Avatar: Oh, hello, Dwyer. No, thanks. I'm not hungry.
 * Dwyer: Hmm. I see. Not even a small trifle? I actually have something perfect in mind...
 * Avatar: No, really, I'm fine at the moment. Thank you, though.
 * Dwyer: Um...
 * Avatar: What's wrong, Dwyer?
 * Dwyer: It's just... I've been working on a new recipe that I thought you would like...
 * Avatar: Well, why didn't you say so? I'd be happy to try a small bite.
 * Dwyer: Excellent! Yes, a small bite should suffice, I think. You should also probably avoid biting down with excessive force... Just a very small nibble, right... here!
 * Avatar: What the hell did you put inside my cookie, Dwyer?
 * Dwyer: Please... just break it in two if you'd rather be on the safe side.
 * Avatar: You didn't bake a ring into it or anything clichéd like that, did you? Haha!
 * Dwyer: Well...
 * Avatar: Oh, Dwyer...
 * Dwyer: Lady Avatar... will you marry me? I promise to take care of you for the rest of my life.
 * Avatar: No.
 * Dwyer: I see. Well, then, I'll just... um...
 * Avatar: What I mean is that I won't have you taking care of me for the rest of my life. I will only marry you if we can have an equal partnership. I want to do things for you, Dwyer! I want to cook, and do laundry, and make tea... Because I love you. Isn't that normal for husbands and wives? Wanting to do things for each other?
 * Dwyer: Yes, I think so. Does that mean... you'll actually marry me?
 * Avatar: Yes. I want to work together to build a future with you.
 * Dwyer: So, I won't have to do as much work... and I also get to marry you? You're the best, Lady Avatar.
 * Dwyer: I don't lift a finger for just anyome... but I would anything in the world for you.

C Support

 * Dwyer: Hello, Mother. I made you some coffee.
 * Avatar: How sweet. Thank you, Dwyer. Wow, this is excellent! You have a true gift for brewing.
 * Dwyer: Really? I'm so happy that you like it!
 * Avatar: It has a wonderful aroma and a unique flavor too. Almost like chocolate. You certainly know how to make a perfect pot of coffee. Honestly, I think it's even better than the kind your father makes.
 * Dwyer: That's high praise! But umm, maybe I should keep that to myself. He might get mad at me.
 * Avatar: You think so? I suppose he can be a bit jealous from time to time. It's not ideal to be on his bad side.
 * Dwyer: That sounds even worse...
 * Avatar: Heehee, right? I bet if he overheard us talking, he'd make me try cup after cup of coffee. I'm sure your father wouldn't let up until I said his brew tasted better than yours.
 * Dwyer: Heh, yeah, that's not hard to imagine. I still have more coffee in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
 * Avatar: Thank you, Dwyer.

B Support

 * Dwyer: *sigh*
 * Avatar: What's on your mind, Dwyer?
 * Dwyer: Nothing in particular...
 * Avatar: You're obviously upset about something. Why are you trying to hide things from me? I'm your mother, silly.
 * Dwyer: Oh, sorry.
 * Avatar: Just tell me what's on your mind. You'll feel better if you get it off your chest.
 * Dwyer: I've been thinking a lot... I'm just afraid that I'm not suited for war.
 * Avatar: Why do you say that?
 * Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
 * Avatar: Oh Dwyer, you know that's not true.
 * Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler or something.
 * Avatar: No, you can't do that.
 * Dwyer: Huh? Why?
 * Avatar: This is your home, Son. You should be fighting here, with us.
 * Dwyer: But why?
 * Avatar: Because you're sweet and compassionate.
 * Dwyer: No, I'm not.
 * Avatar: You are. You just tried to hide your troubles to keep me from worrying, right? No matter what, you're always thinking of other people first.
 * Dwyer: That's just more proof that I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
 * Avatar: You're wrong about that, Dwyer. I've seen you help your friends even when it puts you in a difficult position. That's a very thoughtful thing to do, and it certainly isn't easily. When I look into your eyes, I can see that it's as natural as breathing to you. You're selfless.
 * Dwyer: I never thought of it like that. Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
 * Avatar: That's the spirit, dear. You should be proud of yourself. Just know that I'll always be here to protect you.

A Support

 * Avatar: What I was thinking...
 * Dwyer: Is something wrong, Mother?
 * Avatar: It's nothing, Dwyer. Don't worry about me. I'm just feeling a little tired today.
 * Dwyer: You know that I can see right through your lies, right? After all, I'm your son!
 * Avatar: Heehee, is that right? Maybe I shouldn't be so surprised...
 * Dwyer: I'm happy to lend you an ear if you feel like talking.
 * Avatar: That's sweet of you to offer.
 * Dwyer: So? What is it?
 * Avatar: I feel like I've failed you as a mother...
 * Dwyer: Don't say that. It's not true at all.
 * Avatar: But I told you to fight. To put yourself in danger on the battlefield.
 * Dwyer: You mean when I was feeling worried the other day?
 * Avatar: Yes. A good mother should always be thinking of their child's safety first and foremost. But I encouraged you to run into battle. To put yourself in harm's way. I'm a terrible mother.
 * Dwyer: Please, don't say that. Sure, you encouraged me to fight. But it was my decision to stay. Not yours.
 * Avatar: I suppose that's true.
 * Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your advice. I feel like I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
 * Avatar: Dwyer, I had no idea.
 * Dwyer: You haven't failed me in the slightest. In fact, you're the best mother anyone could ask for.
 * Avatar: That means so much to me. Thank you.
 * Dwyer: Would you like some coffee? It might help you unwind.
 * Avatar: That sounds lovely. I'm so lucky to have such a thoughtful son like you.

C Support

 * Dwyer: Mother, here is the coffee you requested.
 * Azura: Thank you very much, Dwyer. Yum! It's delicious. You must work magic getting this flavor from regular coffee beans.
 * Dwyer: I'm glad to hear that you like it.
 * Azura: It really is very good! I may regret saying this, but I think your coffee is better than your father's
 * Dwyer: I... I don't know what to say. Better than father's? Seriously? That's awfully high praise. But... I probably shouldn't tell him you aid such a thing. He'd be mad.
 * Azura:  Do you think so? I don't think he would be angry. Envious of you, perhaps. Incredibly envious.
 * Dwyer: Ahhh... I think that could actually be worse.
 * Azura: Heehee. He can be a bit competitive. I'm sure if he heard what I said about your coffee, he'd start making cups right away. And then I'd be forced judge them for hours on end until one surpassed yours.
 * Dwyer: That does indeed sound like father. Anyway, let me know if you'd like more coffee. I have enough for another cup.
 * Azura: All right. Thank you, Dwyer.

C Support

 * Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
 * Felicia: Wow! Thank you, Dwyer! *sigh* This is amazing. So delicious! You've gotten awfully good at making coffee.
 * Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so happy you're enjoying it.
 * Felicia: I do! You're really talented. Honestly. I think this coffee is even better than your father's
 * Dwyer: Wow, that's high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
 * Felicia:  Oh dear, really? I don't think he'd be angry necessarily... He might get a little envious. I'll admit that he's prone to bouts of jealousy.
 * Dwyer: That actually sounds worse.
 * Felicia: Heehee. Yeah, you might be right. I bet if he heard me talk about his coffee... he'd make me drink cup after cup of his brew. And he probably wouldn't stop 'til said his was better than yours.
 * Dwyer: Heh... Yeah. I can imagine that. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
 * Felicia: I will! Thank you, Dwyer!

B Support

 * Dwyer: Hmm.
 * Felicia: Dwyer, is something bothering you?
 * Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular.
 * Felicia: There's no use trying to hide things. I'm your mother. You really think you can keep secrets from me? I know you, sweetie.
 * Dwyer: I'm sorry.
 * Felicia: Why don't you just tell me what's bothering you? Who knows? Maybe I can do something to help out.
 * Dwyer: Well... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
 * Felicia: WHAT?! Why would you think that? Why DO you think that?
 * Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
 * Felicia: Dwyer, that's not fair.
 * Dwyer: Maybe I should just leave the army and be a butler or something.
 * Felicia: No, don't say that.
 * Dwyer: Huh?
 * Felicia: Dwyer, you belong here, with me.
 * Dwyer: Why do you say that?
 * Felicia: Because you're such a kind child.
 * Dwyer: No, I'm not.
 * Felicia: Yes, you are. Don't deny it. Just a moment ago, you tried to hide your troubles to save me from worrying, right?
 * Dwyer: All the more proof that I have no business on the battefield. There's no place for kindness there.
 * Felicia: You're wrong, Dwyer. We need kindness most on the battlefield. That kindness gives you the courage to aid your friends, regardless of danger. That type of courage is very rare. It's algo very important. Dwyer, you understand, right?
 * Dwyer: ... Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
 * Felicia: That's the spirit, Dwyer! Just know, I'll always be watching over you.

A Support

 * Felicia: *sigh*
 * Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
 * Felicia: Oh, Dwyer! I-it's nothing! I think I'm just a little tired. No need to worry about me.
 * Dwyer: Mother, you know I can see through your lies, right?
 * Felicia: Ah. You're right.
 * Dwyer: I might not be able to help, but I can at least lend you an ear.
 * Felicia: That's very kind, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: So? What's up?
 * Felicia: Have I... Have I failed you as a mother?
 * Dwyer: No, of course not. Don't say that. It's simply not true.
 * Felicia: B-but I... I pushed you toward war. I said you belong on the battefield.
 * Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
 * Felicia: Yes, precisely. A mother should always consider her child's safety above all else. And yet... I encouraged you to fight. If that doesn't make me a failed parent, then I don't know what does.
 * Dwyer: That's simply not true.
 * Felicia: Huh?
 * Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
 * Felicia: Oh.
 * Dwyer: More importantly, I needed your wisdom. I might have put my friends in danger without your encouragement.
 * Felicia: Dwyer, really?
 * Dwyer: Yes. I promise, you're not a failure. In fact, you're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
 * Felicia: Thank you so much, Dwyer!
 * Dwyer: Now, why don't I make some fresh coffee so you can relax and unwind.
 * Felicia: I'm very lucky to have such a kind son.

C Support

 * Dwyer: This smells wonderful. Now to pour it into the carafe and serve everyone...
 * Jakob: Hello, Dwyer. Did you make coffee too?
 * Dwyer: I did. Let me guess...
 * Jakob: I'll be serving everyone the coffee I painstakingly prepared. You can go ahead and enjoy whatever it is that you brewed.
 * Dwyer: There must be a mistake. I'm going to serve the espresso I made. You know I make coffee better than you. Admit it.
 * Jakob: What?! How dare you hurl that cheeky nonsense at your father!
 * Dwyer: I wasn't trying to talk back or be rude. It's a simple statement of fact.
 * Jakob: That your coffee is superior to mine? You really think that's true? I've got some news for you, Son. That is utter hogwash. Especially considering the fact that you haven't bothered to even try mine yet.
 * Dwyer: There's no need. I can smell it. And I think I'll pass.
 * Jakob: What?!
 * Dwyer: You realize it too, don't you? If you'll pardon me. We wouldn't want my coffee to get any colder, now would we?
 * Jakob: Damn! Much as I hate to admit it, he's right. This time, and ONLY this time, Dwyer made better coffee than me. But, I'll show him. Just you wait and see, Son...

B Support

 * Jakob: Hello, Dwyer. I made you some fresh coffee.
 * Dwyer: Oh, really? Did you see some pigs flying as well?
 * Jakob: How amusing. Listen. The other day, I just so happened to make a mistake. It's a curious and rare occurrence, I assure you. But now it's time to really see who is the coffee king of this castle. You... Or me.
 * Dwyer: Ohh, I understand.
 * Jakob: Now be grateful and drink up. You can even cry on my shoulder after you taste your bitter defeat.
 * Dwyer: The only bitter thing here is this terrible brew. There's no love.
 * Jakob: What do you mean?
 * Dwyer: The cup itself is cold.
 * Jakob: Th-the cup?
 * Dwyer: You didn't even bother to warm up the cup before pouring the coffee, right? That means the hot java cools down the moment it's poured inside.
 * Jakob: I... I can't believe I made such a thoughtless mistake.
 * Dwyer: I'm sorry, Father. But it seems I've won this battle without even taking a sip.
 * Jakob: Grrrrrrrrr. Even competing with my own son, I didn't expect to feel this frustrated. No, I'm just angry because I lost to you. That must be it.
 * Dwyer: While we're on the topic...I've been thinking. I'm confident that I could handle any task as a butler better than you can.
 * Jakob: Is that right? Well, my arrogant boy, what say we step into the practice field? It's been a while since you and I have gone head-to-head. Just know one thing: I won't hold back this time. Now go get your things.
 * Dwyer: W-wait... What does this have to do with combat?
 * Jakob: Silence! It's so I can reclaim my peace of mind, obviously. If you don't want to take a good thrashing, then I'd recommend defending yourself.
 * Dwyer: You're horrible...

A Support

 * Jakob: Good morning, Son. You're looking well today.
 * Dwyer: Aren't you in awfully good spirits...
 * Jakob: Hahaha. Did you enjoy our sparring session the other day? I believe I made my superiority clear.
 * Dwyer: I've never seen you so focused before. A drunken bear would have fought with more dignity than you did...
 * Jakob: Oh, don't be so jealous. I know it must be hard when you can't compete with my striking combat acumen.
 * Dwyer: I'll catch up to you soon enough. Just like how I surpassed you already as a butler...
 * Jakob: Hmph. There you go again. With your cheeky attitude.
 * Dwyer: I have to say, it's been nice spending more time together lately... I'm surprised to admit that I have been enjoying myself on the whole.
 * Jakob: Oh?
 * Dwyer: Yeah. We didn't get to do much of that when I was little.
 * Jakob: Feel free to complain. There is no chance I will apologize. Ever. I simply did what I thought best for you. It was only after much deliberation that we decided to raise you in the Deeprealms.
 * Dwyer: I know, Father... You didn't want us to grow up in the shadow of war, right?
 * Jakob: Something like that...
 * Dwyer: I don't resent you for being absent when I was a child. Now that we actually have time to spend together, I've been thinking. I'd like to enjoy ever moment that I can with you.
 * Jakob: Hmph... You're certainly rather sentimental for a young man.
 * Dwyer: Haha... I suppose I do sound a little childish...
 * Jakob: That being said, you will always be my boy.
 * Dwyer: Father, I...
 * Jakob: How about a cup of coffee, hmm? Just make sure it's the finest brew you've ever made.
 * Dwyer: Heh, sure thing. Just wait here.

C Support

 * Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
 * Sakura: Oh! Thank you, Dwyer! This is wonderful. I has a lovely aroma. You have a real gift for brewing.
 * Dwyer: You mean it? It makes me really happy to hear you like it so much.
 * Sakura: It's incredible...*sigh* You're probably better at making coffee than your father these days.
 * Dwyer: Better than Father? That's the best praise I could hope for! I should keep that to myself. He might get mad.
 * Sakura: Huh? You think so? I don't think he'd be that upset. Ah, on second thought I guess I can picture him getting a little bit jealous.
 * Dwyer: That actually sounds worse.
 * Sakura: Heehee. Right? Yeah, maybe this should stay our little secret. I can imagine him forcing me to drink cup after cup of coffee. Keeping them coming until said his brew was better than yours.
 * Dwyer: Heh. That's not all that hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup later.
 * Sakura: I think I might! Thank you, dear.

C Support

 * Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
 * Kagero: How thoughtful. Thank you, Dwyer. Wow, it's delicious. You have a real knack for brewing.
 * Dwyer: Really? I'm so glad that you like it.
 * Kagero: Seriously, it's amazing. You might be even better than your father at making coffee.
 * Dwyer: Wow, better than Father? That's very high praise. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
 * Kagero: You think so? I doubt he would be angry. Maybe jealous, though. Ridiculously jealous.
 * Dwyer: Ahhh. That actually sounds much worse.
 * Kagero: Heheh. You're right. If he heard us, he'd probably make me drink cup after cup of coffee. Until I relented and told him his was better than yours.
 * Dwyer: Heh. I can imagine. I still have more in the carafe. Let me know if you'd like another cup.
 * Kagero: Sure. Thanks, Dwyer.

B Support

 * Dwyer: Hmm.
 * Kagero: Dwyer, is something troubling you?
 * Dwyer: Oh, hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
 * Kagero: Don't lie, dear. A mother can always tell when their son isn't telling the truth.
 * Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
 * Kagero: Come on then—tell me what the problem is. I'll give you some advice if I can.
 * Dwyer: It's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
 * Kagero: What? Why do you say that?
 * Dwyer: Mother, you know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
 * Kagero: That's not true, dear.
 * Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler.
 * Kagero: You're wrong.
 * Dwyer: Huh?
 * Kagero: Dwyer, you belong here.
 * Dwyer: Why?
 * Kagero: Because you're kind.
 * Dwyer: No, I'm not...
 * Kagero: Yes, you are. Always have been.Just now, you ried to cover up your sadness to keep me from worrying, right?
 * Dwyer: All the more proof I have no business on the battlefield. There's no room for kindness there.
 * Kagero: Wrong again, Dwer. We need kindness more than ever during wartime. Even in the middle of danger, you're only concerned with protecting allies. It's so simple, yet most people would never understand. That's something you get. Isn't it, Dwyer?
 * Dwyer: Thank you, Mother. I'll do my best to help my friends.
 * Kagero: Good. Have faith in yourself, Dwyer. Know that I will always be watching over you.

A Support

 * Kagero: What was I thinking...
 * Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
 * Kagero: Dwyer... No, nothing is wrong. I'm just a bit tired. Don't you worry about me.
 * Dwyer: You know, a son can always see through their mother's lies, right?
 * Kagero: Heh. Is that right?
 * Dwyer: I might not be able to do all that much, but I can at least listen.
 * Kagero: Thank you, that's very sweet.
 * Dwyer: So? Talk to me.
 * Kagero: Have I failed you as a mother?
 * Dwyer: No, of course not. That's not even a little bit true.
 * Kagero: But, I told you to go out onto the battlefiled. I told you to fight.
 * Dwyer: Ah, you're talking about when I was worried the other day.
 * Kagero: Yes, exactly. As a mother, my first and foremost concern should be your safety. And yet, I drove you to fight, to risk your life. I'm an awful mother.
 * Dwyer: That's not true at all.
 * Kagero: What?
 * Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay.
 * Kagero: ...
 * Dwyer: More importantly, if I hadn't talked to you and received your advice... Well, your words moved me. I would have put my friends in real danger if we hadn't spoken before.
 * Kagero: Oh, I had no idea.
 * Dwyer: So, you're not a failure. In fact, you're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
 * Kagero: Thank you, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: Now, why don't I make you a hot cup of coffee to help you relax.
 * Kagero: You're such a thoughtful son.

C Support

 * Dwyer: Mother, I made you some coffee.
 * Hana: Oh! Thank you, Dwyer. Mmm! Wow, it's delicious! You really know how to make good black coffee.
 * Dwyer: You mean it? I'm so glad that you like it.
 * Hana: The aroma is divine. Honestly, you may be even better than your father at brewing coffee.
 * Dwyer: B-better than Father? That's the best praise I could hope for. I should probably keep that to myself. He might get mad.
 * Hana: Oh, I don't think he'd be upset. He might get jealous. And gripe about it a whole bunch.
 * Dwyer: That actually sounds much worse.
 * Hana: Ahaha! True! If he heard us, he'd probably make me drink cup after cup of coffee. At least until I said his brew was better than yours.
 * Dwyer: Heh. That's not all that hard to imagine. I still have more in the carafe, if you want another cup later.
 * Hana: All right! Thank you, Dwyer.

B Support

 * Dwyer: Hmm.
 * Hana: Something on your mind, Dwyer?
 * Dwyer: Hello, Mother. No, nothing in particular...
 * Hana: You can't hide things from me, Son. I'm your mother. I can see right through your lies!
 * Dwyer: Oh. Sorry.
 * Hana: Spill your guts. What's up? Maybe I can give you some advice.
 * Dwyer: Well, it's just... I don't think I'm suited for the battlefield.
 * Hana: What? Why is that?
 * Dwyer: You know why. I hate getting into fights. All I would do is weigh everyone else down in the heat of battle.
 * Hana: Don't say that.
 * Dwyer: Maybe I should leave the army and go off to be a butler.
 * Hana: You can't do that!
 * Dwyer: Huh?
 * Hana: This is where you belong.
 * Dwyer: Why?
 * Hana: Because you're kind.
 * Dwyer: No, I'm not.
 * Hana: You sure are! A second ago you proved it by trying to keep me from worrying about you.
 * Dwyer: All the more proof I have no business on the battlefield. There's no place for kindness there.
 * Hana: You're wrong about that. Kindness is needed more than ever during wartime. In times of great pain and suffering, we must show compassion. It wont be easy, but I know you can do it. And I think you know that as well.


 * Dwyer: I never though about it that way. Thank you, Mother. I'll do what I can to help my friends.
 * Hana: That's the spirit! Let's both do our best! I will always be here for you. Right next to you every step of the way.

A Support

 * Hana: What was I thinking...
 * Dwyer: Mother? Is something wrong?
 * Hana: Oh, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired. Don't you worry about me.
 * Dwyer: You know a son can always see through their mother's lies, right?
 * Hana: Hahaha. Can they now?
 * Dwyer: I might not be able to do all that much, but I can at least listen.


 * Hana: That's very kind. Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: So? Talk to me.
 * Hana: I've just been wondering. Am I an awful mother?
 * Dwyer: Of course not! That's not even a little bit true.
 * Hana: I pushed you to participate in the war, Dwyer. To run into battle.
 * Dwyer: You mean when I was worried the other day?
 * Hana: Yes, exactly. Mothers should always aim to protect their children. Not encourage them to risk their lives in wartime. But I selfishly wanted to fight side by side. I'm a horrible parent!
 * Dwyer: That's simply not true.
 * Hana: Hm?
 * Dwyer: You may have suggested that I stand and fight, but it was my choice to stay. Not yours.
 * Hana: I didn't think of it like that.
 * Dwyer: More importantly, if I hadn't talked to you and received your advice... I would have put my friends in greater danger. Your advice moved me.
 * Hana: Dwyer, I had no idea.
 * Dwyer: So, you're not a failure. In fact, you're the best mother anyone could ever ask for.
 * Hana: You mean it? Thank you.
 * Dwyer: Now, why don't I make you a hot cup of coffee to help you relax.
 * Hana: That sounds great! I'm sure lucky to have a thoughtful son like you.

C Support

 * Kana: Hey, Dwyer! Wanna go on patrol with me?
 * Dwyer: Huh? You mean right now?
 * Kana: Mhm! I want to help everyone out as much as possible! Which for now means patrolling as much as possible! Are you in?
 * Dwyer: Sure, I think I can do that.
 * Kana: Yay! Let's go!
 * Dwyer: Er--wait. You mean just us?
 * Kana: Yup! You'll be OK, though. I've been training a whole lot.
 * Dwyer: I'm not worried about myself...
 * Kana: It's fine, it's fine! With our special sibling powers, we can take on anything!
 * Dwyer: Heh. All right. Fine. But you better stick close to me, OK? I guess it'd be a pretty big pain to get more people to help, anyways...
 * Kana: Woohoo! We should go patrolling every day!
 * Dwyer: E-every day?
 * Kana: Yeah! I mean, patrols need to be done every day anyways. Why not by us?
 * Dwyer: Every...day...
 * Kana: Is something the matter?
 * Dwyer: Oh, no. Just thinking of how terrible it'll be to go patrolling every day, is all.
 * Kana: So, you will? Yay! Thank you so much, Dwyer! Now let's go!

B Support

 * Kana: Thanks for coming on patrol with me today, Dwyer!
 * Dwyer: No problem, Kana. I've been enjoying it. It's nice watching my little brother grow into a capable young man.
 * Kana: Really? You mean it?!
 * Dwyer: Sure. I bet you don't even need me. You've got a natural talent for this sort of thing.
 * Kana: Heehee. Thanks! What about you? Do you have any special talents?
 * Dwyer: Me? Well...I dunno about special talents... But I've done some training in unarmed combat, so I'm pretty good at that.
 * Kana: Wow, Dwyer, that's amazing! I bet if we combined our talents, we'd be unstoppable!
 * Dwyer: I'm not so sure about that. But who knows?
 * Kana: I do! Now, we should get moving. We're burning daylight here! We've still got a long ways to go if we're gonna be the best patrollers in camp.
 * Dwyer: K-Kana? Kana! Hey, wait for me!

A Support

 * Kana: Dwyer! Guess what time it is! That's riiiiiiiiight! It's patrol time!
 * Dwyer: OK, sure. Let's go!
 * Kana: Er, but...first, I wanted to ask you for a favor.
 * Dwyer: A favor? What kind of favor?
 * Kana: I want you to teach me how to be like you!
 * Dwyer: Huh? What do you mean?
 * Kana: Like, that stuff about unarmed combat you were talking about before! 'Cause I'm the youngest kid in camp, right? So there's a lot I still can't do. But if I learn a bunch of new skills, maybe I'll be of more use to everyone! Besides, I've always wanted to learn something from my big brother! I used to wonder a lot about what it would be like to spend more time with you.
 * Dwyer: Kana...
 * Kana: So now that I can, I want to learn as much from you as possible! ...Is that OK?
 * Dwyer: Of course it's OK. I'm glad you asked. I'll teach you everything I know.
 * Kana: Thank you so much!
 * Dwyer: But I'm not gonna let you get ahead of me that easy. I want to learn from you too. Let's make it a competition. To see who can grow stronger the fastest.
 * Kana: OK, but I'm not gonna be the one to lose! That's a promise!
 * Dwyer: Heh. Me either! All right, then. Today is patrol duty. Tomorrow, the real training begins.
 * Kana: Sounds good to me!

C Support

 * Kana: Hey, Papa? Can I talk you about something?
 * Dwyer: Hey, Kana. What's wrong?
 * Kana: It's Mama. I feel like she's always treating me like a child.
 * Dwyer: Well, that's only natural, right? You're her son, after all. And last I checked, you WERE still pretty young.
 * Kana: I know, I know. I just mean I'm not as young as I used to be. I want to help out with stuff. But whenever I try, she just tells me to go play with my friends instead.
 * Dwyer: I see. You want some responsibilities of your own, huh? Not sure why anyone would want that, but hey, to each their own.
 * Kana: Yeah! i want to show her that she can count on men. Can you think of any special things I could do for her?
 * Dwyer: Good question. Usually, I brew her rare teas or bake some special sweets for her.
 * Kana: Oh... But those are special things from you. I can't just copy you... Maybe there's another way to make her even happier... Oh, I know! Let's have a contest, Papa!
 * Dwyer: A contest?
 * Kana: Yeah! We'll have a contest to see which of us can make Mama happier! Between the two of us, I'm sure we can come up with all sorts of things. Whoever Mama thanks the most wins!
 * Dwyer: A little friendly father-son competition, hm? Sounds like it could be fun. All right. I'm in.
 * Kana: Really? Yay!
 * Dwyer: But remember, I'm Avatar's husband. I know her better than anyone else. And I'm not going to go easy on you. All right?
 * Kana: That's OK with me, Papa. I'm gonna beat you fair and square!
 * Dwyer: Heh. Well then, may the best man win.

B Support

 * Kana: Hey, Papa! I've been making a ton of progress on our contest! How about you?
 * Dwyer: Well, I haven't done anything too special yet, but I've gotten a lot of thanks already. Let's see, now... I've got a tally here somewhere... Ah! Here it is.
 * Kana: WOW! That's a lot! And you got all of these already?
 * Dwyer: Yeah, I was surprised too. I guess I do more for your mother than I'd thought. Maybe I'm not such a bad husband after all, huh?
 * Kana: Hmph... Well, I'm still not gonna lose! Here, see! I recorded all mine too! And the total is... um...
 * Dwyer: Y-you got just as many as I did!
 * Kana: I did? I did! Haha! Kana's gonna beat you big-time, Papa!
 * Dwyer: How did you even get all these?
 * Kana: Mostly I've been trying to help out around camp. I spend each morning making arrows for the fletchers. Then, at lunch, I slice the bear meat and hand out food to the soldiers. Oh, and at night I make sure the mounts are all fed and outfitted for the next day. Plus I do a bunch of other little things whenever I have the time!
 * Dwyer: That's... that's so much work. I don't know how you do it, Kana. You really have been growing up, though, haven't you?
 * Kana: Huh?
 * Dwyer: Oh, just a thought. It wasn't so long ago you were still in your swaddling clothes. Now, all of a sudden, you're making real, important contributions to the army. Maybe I've been treating you like too much of a child too...
 * Kana: Heehee. Yeah, I've been working real hard. Soon there'll be nothing I can't do!
 * Dwyer: I believe it. And I bet your mother is very proud of you for all your hard work.
 * Kana: I hope so. And I'm gonna work even harder for her tomorrow! I won't let this end in a draw, Papa!
 * Dwyer: Heh, I guess I can't afford to get careless. This might be harder than I thought...

A Support

 * Kana: *grumble*


 * Dwyer: Hey, Kana
 * Kana: Hi, Papa...
 * Dwyer: Something wrong? I'd have thought you'd be in a better mood after winning our contest the other day. Or has beating your old man already lost its charm?
 * Kana: Oh, no. I'm still happy about that, I guess. It's just that I was trying to do things for Mama earlier, and she made me stop. She said I should be spending more time playing around with my friends again. She still thinks I'm just a kid. Haven't I shown her I'm old enough to help out around camp?
 * Dwyer: Ah, so that's it. I wouldn't worry. It's not you. You're doing good work, I promise.
 * Kana: Then why doesn't she want me to help with anything?
 * Dwyer: I think your mother knows full well you're capable of handling the work. But seeing you acting so grown-up makes her feel sad.
 * Kana: Huh? Why?
 * Dwyer: Well, she doesn't want to lose her baby boy. She is very, very proud that you're growing up and working so hard. But at the same time, she's worried it means you won't need her anymore. It's a little contradictory, but it's true. Parents can be funny like that.
 * Kana: So...what should I do?
 * Dwyer: I'd say to keep doing things around camp, but don't work yourself so hard. Take breaks to see your friends, play games, go on adventures. You know. And try to spend some quality time with your mother every now and then. Think you can handle that?
 * Kana: But...
 * Dwyer: Hm? Do you not want to spend time with your mother?
 * Kana: No, that's not it! It's just... I feel like that stuff is for babies.
 * Dwyer: No, Kana, it's not for babies. It's for children. And your mother wants you to stay a child for just a little while longer. We both do.
 * Kana: Papa...
 * Dwyer: Kana, we know that you're growing, and that you want more responsibilities. And we know that you're going to be a fine young man someday. But for now...relax. Enjoy yourself. At least a little bit, here and there.
 * Kana: OK. Thanks, Papa. I'll think real hard about everything you've said.
 * Dwyer: Good. You know... I think it would be good if you spent the night in with your mother. I'll go talk to her about it now.
 * Kana: Wait! What about you?
 * Dwyer: Me? No, I've got to—
 * Kana: But, Papa! Don't you need a break sometimes too? And don't you want Mama and me to be happy?
 * Dwyer: W-well, when you put in that way... All right, all right. I'll stay in with you two.
 * Kana: Yaaay!
 * Dwyer: Heh. So this is fatherhood, huh? I gotta admit, it's not so bad...

C Support

 * Dwyer: Hmm... Where did Shigure run off to? I doubt that he's out here in the hills or fields, but I couldn't find him at camp... It's probably worth it to look, at least.
 * Shigure: *singing*
 * Dwyer: Wait, is that him? Why is he sitting on that tree stump all the way out here? And who are all those peop- No, those aren't people... They look like forest animals... Bears, rabbits, squirrels... Is that a wolf? How can they all be sitting together so calmly?
 * Shigure: I think that's enough for one day. How did you all enjoy it?
 * Dwyer: ...It looks like he's trying to hold a conversation with them.
 * Shigure: Ah! Who's there?! Oh no! Come back!
 * Dwyer: Um... Sorry about that. I didn't mean to make them all run away... That was my fault, Shigure.
 * Shigure: They were just startled, Dwyer. Frankly, I was too! But don't worry about it. They can't help being a little shy. So tell me, what are you doing all the way out here?
 * Dwyer: Well, I came here looking for you. Even though we're siblings, we didn't grow up together, right? You're my brother, but I don't know the first thing about you. I thought we could talk.
 * Shigure: O-oh, I see... I don't know what to say, I'm really not the most interesting person around... You might have a better time talking with someone outgoing.
 * Dwyer: Don't say that...
 * Shigure: Please, you shouldn't feel obligated to be my friend just because we're related. Honestly, I'm not in the most social mood right now. Please, excuse me...
 * Dwyer: H-hey, don't leave... What's with him?

C Support

 * Dwyer: Mind telling me what you're doing, Sophie?
 * Sophie: Huh? What's it look like? I like to fix a bit pot of vegetable soup for the whole troop after a big battle. Helps to have something warm after getting tired out, you know?
 * Dwyer: No, that part was clear... but are you sure you know what you're doing?
 * Sophie: Heck yeah! I've got the veggies cooked, so now it's time to add the water.
 * Dwyer: Yes, but... maybe don't get your water from the horses' trough...
 * Sophie: What?! Aw, dang it!
 * Dwyer: Did you not know what this war for? How long have you been a cavalier...?
 * Sophie: C-come on. It's not like it's a big deal! Anyone could make that mistake! Besides, uh, the soup was for Avel!
 * Dwyer: But... then why did you seem so flustered when I told you?
 * Sophie: Ha... haha... You must've imagined it, I guess! Better get some sleep, Dwyer!
 * Dwyer: Besides, I can't see how a horse would eat a bowl of piping-hot soup.
 * Sophie: W-well, that's why you're not a cavalier! Avel will eat just about anything! I'll show you! Avel, it's dinnertime! S-see?! He's slurping it right up- N-nooooo!
 * Dwyer: I'm no equestrian, but when a horse stamps like that, it's angry, right?
 * Sophie: Calm down, Avel! It's me, your pal Sophie!
 * Dwyer: Interesting. He didn't like the soup, but he only bolted when you said your name...
 * Sophie: W-wait! Avel! I'm really, really sorry! Please get back here!
 * Dwyer: Both horse and its master are impossible. They're two of a kind...

B Support

 * Dwyer: That horse looks familiar... Is that Sophie's feral horse? He's coming this way... Avel, please stop biting me. It's very painful...
 * Sophie: AAAAH! I'm SO sorry, Dwyer! Avel, you naughty boy! What have I told you about biting people? He didn't hurt you too bad, I hope. Did he break the skin?
 * Dwyer: Don't worry about it. It wasn't that deep.


 * Sophie: Oh, but look! Your sleeve is torn! Ugh, I'm really sorry about this! Let me fix that for you right now!


 * Dwyer: It's really not a problem. I can mend my own clothes.


 * Sophie: Nope! It's Avel's fault, so I have to take responsibility for him.


 * Dwyer: Well, if you must...


 * Sophie: I'll have this all sewn up in a jiffy!


 * Dwyer: I have to say... cleaning up after all of your feral horse's messes must be a lot of work.


 * Sophie: "Feral" is a pretty strong word for it! I like to think of him as "excitable." I do wish he was tamer, though. He never listens to a word I say...


 * Dwyer: I guess there's not much you can do about it. They say a horse resembles its master...


 * Sophie: H-hey, what? I don't cause half the trouble that Avel does!


 * Dwyer: Be that as it may... you still have a lot in common.


 * Sophie: How so? Let's hear some specifics!


 * Dwyer: Hmmm... it's hard to say. Just, in some nebulous, undefinable way... you're alike.


 * Sophie: Hmph! Saying I'm "somehow like" an out-of-control horse is a fine how-do-you-do. But that's OK. I can overlook a little rudeness. See? I'm finished fixing your sleeve.


 * Dwyer: Oh... you did a good job of it, too.


 * Sophie: I did? Hooray for me!


 * Dwyer: Yes, I can barely see the seam. Though that's not to say the repairs are unnoticeable... Seeing as you managed to sew the sleeve to the undershirt beneath it...


 * Sophie: Whaaaaat?! Are you kidding me?! Geez... why do these things always happen to me...?


 * Dwyer: Um... didn't it technically happen to me?


 * Sophie: Huh, I guess it did! I got off just fine. That's a nice way of looking at it. Thanks, Dwyer!


 * Dwyer: No, that... wasn't my point. But suit yourself. It doesn't really matter, because Avel's acting up again.


 * Sophie: WHAAAAAW?! Bad Avel! Bad! Stop this right now!


 * Dwyer: She's got her work cut out for her...

A Support

 * Dwyer: Uh-oh. Avel's on the loose again... I'd better hid my valuables.
 * Sophie: Avel! What will it take to calm you down?! Do you want a carrot? Some sugar cubes? Ack! Now look what you've done!
 * Dwyer: Looks like you've got your hands full again. Do you need help cleaning up?
 * Sophie: Nah! He's my horse, so it's my problem.
 * Dwyer: I don't mind. Besides, it'll go a lot faster with some help.
 * Sophie: Gosh, thanks, Dwyer! All righty then, I'll start putting these weapons back on the rack. Can you pick up the pot Avel knocked over? It's on the floor by the table. I'm amazed it didn't break from the fall. Things are looking up, huh? A-Avel! Wait!
 * Dwyer: ...So much for things looking up.
 * Sophie: Awww... I can't take him anywhere. I'm so sick of this always happening! Why can't I get my own horse under control?!
 * Dwyer: Well, there's nothing we can do about that jar now, short of giving it a proper burial. Let's just get back to cleaning.
 * Sophie: That's OK... I can finish the rest on my own. You must be fed up with me by now, right? You can go.
 * Dwyer: I'm not going anywhere...
 * Sophie: Why not? I'd ditch me, if I was you.
 * Dwyer: ... I don't think that's true. If Avel was my horse, I doubt you'd leave me to clean up his catastrophes.
 * Sophie: Huh...?
 * Dwyer: Just look at Avel. He's a huge problem for you, but you'd never abandon him.
 * Sophie: Well, yeah...
 * Dwyer: So I wouldn't abandon my friends either. And that means you. No matter how much disaster follows you around... I'll never turn my back on you. And neither would your other friends, right? So don't go tearing your hair out.
 * Sophie: ...OK.
 * Dwyer: Leave the cleaning up here to me. It's what I do best. Besides, you should see to your partner in crime. He's making a scene again...
 * Sophie: Avel! UGH! Some days I swear you're a demon in horse's clothing. Thanks, Dwyer. Be right back! AVEL! STOP! THOSE CROPS ARE FOR THE WHOLE ARMY!
 * Dwyer: Heh... Good luck, Sophie...

S Support

 * Dwyer: Sophie, um...
 * Sophie: Give me ooooone second while I finish doing this laundry.
 * Dwyer: Should I come back later...? I'm sure there are things in that basket you'd rather I didn't see...
 * Sophie: Oh uh, no, it's fine! It's just a bunch of hankies and things.
 * Dwyer: Oh... that makes it doubly odd, then. Why do you have so many pink handkerchiefs...?
 * Sophie: Don't be silly, I don't have any...pink...handkerchiefs... AAAAAAAH! The dye from my new red one bled out into all my white ones!
 * Dwyer: Very unfortunate...
 * Sophie: UGH! Whatever. I'll just pretend they've been pink all along!
 * Dwyer: That's a clever spin on it. You always manage to find the bright side of things.
 * Sophie: Hey, being depressed all the time is bad for your health! Anyway, what brings you here?
 * Dwyer: Oh, I almost forgot. There actually was something I meant to bring up with you.�.. I, uh... I want to go steady.
 * Sophie: Huh?!
 * Dwyer: I love you, Sophie...
 * Sophie: WHAT?!
 * Dwyer: Your dauntless optimism gives me a reason to get out of bed in the morning... I see things totally differently now that I've met you.
 * Sophie: But... I'm a walking disaster...
 * Dwyer: Yes, but now you're a walking disaster with this. Here...
 * Sophie: I-is this a RING?!
 * Dwyer: I hope this helps prove to you that my feeling for you are real�.
 * Sophie: Y-yeah, it definitely does that... Dwyer, are you sure I'm the woman for you? You wouldn't prefer someone more... together?
 * Dwyer: That doesn't bother me at all...
 * Sophie: Thank you, Dwyer. You could have had a lot of girls, but you went with me. Heehee... you found a really pretty ring for it, too... AAAAH! AVEL, NO! DON'T EAT MY RING! NO! NONONONONO! SPIT THAT RING OUT RIGHT NOW! I'M BEGGING YOU, AVEL!
 * Dwyer: Hey... he actually spit it out. Maybe abject desperation is the key to getting through to him...

C Support
(Midori leaves)
 * Midori: Hi there, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: Please tell me you didn't just wake me up just to say hello.
 * Midori: Well, the fact is that I did. But as long as you're awake, you should know something. You'll catch a cold if you sleep here. It's drafty and wet.
 * Dwyer: Here's just fine. Leave me be.
 * Midori: If you get sick, I'll have to make you drink some bitter medicine.
 * Dwyer: I'll cross that bridge when I never get to it.
 * Midori: Oh, Dwyer. So petulant! So lazy!
 * Dwyer: So sleepy. Good night. Or good day. Or whatever good time it is.
 * Midori: I could mix you up some medicine that will put the pep back in your step.
 * Dwyer: I have all the pep I need.
 * Midori: I think I can tinker with the recipe too. Add something to give you vigor.
 * Dwyer: You're not listening to me. Besides, aren't vigor and pep the same? Sounds like double the trouble to me.
 * Midori: Sorry. I need to be going back. Research to do! Medicines to mix! I'll have a cure for you soon.
 * Dwyer: A cure for what? Being me? I'll never drink any sort of anti-Dwyer potion!

B Support
(Midori leaves)
 * Midori: I've finished your medicine, Dwyer!
 * Dwyer: What medicine?
 * Midori: The pep-and-vigor potion!
 * Dwyer: Oh. You know I have less that zero interest in drinking that.
 * Midori: You'll be much more interested in drinking it after you've drunk it.
 * Dwyer: Uh, what? But I'm not going to. Besides, it looks disgusting. What is that color? Gray? Off gray? Off-off gray?
 * Midori: Don't judge a potion by its color.
 * Dwyer: The smell--it's putrid. And what's that sticking out of the froth? Are those insect legs?
 * Midori: Yes, but just the legs, mind you. It's good roughage. Down with it. Here, I'll help!
 * Dwyer: Midori! NO! Keep back!
 * Midori: Why? I worked so hard to create this concoction just for you. But if you won't drink it, I'll just drink it myself.
 * Dwyer: Ugh. Fine. I can't stand to see you blubber, Midori.
 * Midori: Yay! Then down the hatch!
 * Dwyer: *sip* Hmm. Not bad. *slurp* *gulp*
 * Midori: Yes? Yes? Tell me!
 * Dwyer: Tell you what? How I'm feel-- URK!
 * Midori: Is it working? Sense any extra pep in your step, Dwyer?
 * Dwyer: My feet feel like they're on FIRE! But...but...in a good way? I feel like I could run around the WORLD!
 * Midori: That seems...extreme. I'll need to tweak the recipe next time.
 * Dwyer: No, don't change a thing! Go make me more of this stuff!
 * Midori: Is the energy only in your feet though?
 * Dwyer: Yes! I could dance all day and night!
 * Midori: I meant it to make a more rounded peppiness, actually. Maybe instead of beetle legs, I should use seaweed. Or something. Yes, that's it exactly. Sorry, Dwyer. I need to be going. The next potion will be perfect.
 * Dwyer: Hurry, Midori. I'm already feeling my medicine wear off...

A Support

 * Midori: I've got your new and improved medicine, Dwyer!
 * Dwyer: At last, Midori. Fork it over.
 * Midori: I figured out just how to tweak the formula.
 * Dwyer: Yes, yes. Thank you. And gimme.
 * Midori: I did all the proper research. I'm sure it will be perfect this time.
 * Dwyer: Let me be the judge of that.
 * Midori: You might need to...uh...gulp the whole thing down at once.
 * Dwyer: Why? It doesn't look any more disgusting than last time. The smell is smellier though.
 * Midori: Take my word for it. Gulp it fast. Don't look too closely.
 * Dwyer: Oh, wait... Are those...?
 * Midori: Heh, yes.
 * Dwyer: There are eyeballs in this.
 * Midori: That's the secret ingredient. Does it help to think of them as jelly spheres?
 * Dwyer: Not really. I'm not sure that I'll be able to drink this.
 * Midori: Oh, I see. Then don't. I understand.
 * Dwyer: Please, not your blubbering face, Midori. I'll drink it.
 * Midori: I knew you would!
 * Dwyer: Here goes... *guh-guh-glurp* Gah! Do I need to...swallow those?! *chew, chew, chew* *pop*
 * Midori: All done? It should take only a few moments to kick in.
 * Dwyer: Whoa. It is different this time. I feel all tingly from top to bottom.
 * Midori: Tingly? Or alert? Zippy?
 * Dwyer: All of the above. This might be better than coffee for pep factor.
 * Midori: You don't look very different.
 * Dwyer: I look just the same whether I'm sleeping or awake.
 * Midori: Oh, good. As long as it worked. Sorry it was unpleasant.
 * Dwyer: It's not your fault. I blame the eyeballs for being so...textural.
 * Midori: Well, the fact is that the most effective medicines are the most icky.
 * Dwyer: Compliments to the chef then. It was perfect, Midori.
 * Midori: You're the perfect patient, Dwyer! So, uh... Can I try out all of my new medicines on you from now on?
 * Dwyer: Your personal test subject, eh? Hmm, yes. Just hold the gross stuff. Maybe I'm being a baby, but I can't stomach eyeballs.

C Support

 * Kiragi: Phew. I guess I should finish up for today pretty soon. Man, butchering animals is dirty work. This tent's gotten pretty filthy. Oh well. It'll be fine. I'll clean it up after dinner. Now-time is chow-time!
 * Dwyer: ... Yo.
 * Kiragi: Oh, Dwyer! What's up?
 * Dwyer: ... It stinks like dead animal in here.
 * Kiragi: Oh, right. Sorry about that. I was just butchering today's spoils. But I'll clean it up right after dinner. Don't worry! Be riiiiight back.

(Kiragi leaves)
 * Dwyer: Wait.

(Kiragi comes back)
 * Kiragi: Huh?
 * Dwyer: You won't be back after dinner. You're just going to fall asleep.
 * Kiragi: What? N-no, I promise! I'll be back to straighten everything up after dinner.
 * Dwyer: Nope. You're going to sleep. No doubt about it. I can see into the future, y'know.
 * Kiragi: Knock it off, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: All right, I can't. But you know what they say. A man's character is his fate. All that. And your character says you're gonna saw some logs after dinner. So let's just give the tent a quick once-over, huh?
 * Kiragi: What? Hang on! No! I'm going to have dinner first.
 * Dwyer: Shut it! You're not having dinner at all if you don't clean your tent first. Got it?
 * Kiragi: Fine, whatever, MOTHER.

(scene transition)
 * Kiragi: There. It's all done. Finally. Now, time for dinner.
 * Dwyer: Nope.
 * Kiragi: Wh-what?
 * Dwyer: Strip.
 * Kiragi: WHAT?
 * Dwyer: Then head straight for the baths. Your clothes need washing.
 * Kiragi: Oh. B-but what about dinner?
 * Dwyer: You can eat after you're clean. Don't you even think of going to dinner smelling like that.
 * Kiragi: Hey, come on! This isn't fair! I cleaned up just like you told me to. And since when are my affairs any of your business, huh?
 * Dwyer: Stop complaining. You are a prince, and you had best being to act like it. Every good prince needs a good butler. I intend to fill this function.
 * Kiragi: What?! Why? Since when?
 * Dwyer: Since now. Your slovenly lifestyle has convinced me you are in need of my aid. Call it my butler senses. You can blame my father for them. He always taught me never to put up with this kind of behavior in nobles.
 * Kiragi: Grrrr. Well, fine then! But if you're going to buttle me, you'd best buttle right! Which right now means getting me food! I'm starving!
 * Dwyer: That's not how this works. To the baths with you. Now.
 * Kiragi: O-OK. Yes, sir.

B Support

 * Kiragi: All right, I think I'm just about ready to go hunting. Bow is strung... food and water are packed... snares are good... Oh! That's right! I forgot to grab some bait!
 * Dwyer: ...
 * Kiragi: Oh, Dwyer! I was just about to go hunting. Did you want to tag along?
 * Dwyer: You're leaving? Don't you think you should clean up a bit first?
 * Kiragi: Huh? No, I wasn't really planning on it. Uh... your butler senses aren't getting overactive again, are they? ... Dwyer?
 * Dwyer: Bingo. You're not going hunting until this place has been cleaned.
 * Kiragi: But it's not even that messy! My tools are all just out like this because it's how I like them. There's a method to the madness, I swear!
 * Dwyer: Yes, yes. A favorite excuse of slovenly princes the world over. Now, it's time to begin! I will have this room sparkling in no time!
 * Kiragi: Um... OK... And while you're doing that, I'll just be out hunting...
 * Dwyer: Oh, no. I am only here to direct you. You will be doing the cleaning.
 * Kiragi: What?! You just said that YOU'D be the one to have the room cleaned!
 * Dwyer: Yes, and I will. We do not credit the hands with the work of the mind. Besides, you need to learn how to do this kind of thing for yourself.
 * Kiragi: I -- But I -- I don't want to! This is so dumb! Lazy old grumpy snot-breathing --
 * Dwyer: What did you say?!
 * Kiragi: N-nothing sir!

A Support

 * Kiragi: All right, just need to get this back on the shelf, and I should be just about done.
 * Dwyer: ... Yo.
 * Kiragi: Hey, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: Your tent appears to be clean today. You did this yourself?
 * Kiragi: Oh, yeah. Thanks you you, I think I'm getting the hang of this neatness stuff. DWYER RULE NO. 1: Discard all items you have not touched for six months. DWYER RULE NO. 2: Especially food. DWYER RULE NO. 3: All items you do use must be returned to their original places. DWYER RULE NO. 4: Do not interrupt Dwyer's nap time. Heh. I memorized all of them, just like you said!
 * Dwyer: Very good.
 * Kiragi: You know, I never thought I'd say it, but it's made preparing for a hunt way better! It's not just easier. It's so... relaxing now.
 * Dwyer: Of course. Enrich your environment, and you enrich your soul.
 * Kiragi: I'm sorry if I frustrated you. If I'd just listened to you from the start, I'd have saved myself a lot of pain.
 * Dwyer: No worries. You understand now. That's enough. I've also learned something in this process. You aren't who I thought you were. I hereby revoke your title of Slovenly Prince. You are now... the Immaculate Prince!
 * Kiragi: Woohoo! Thanks! You know, you might come off as gruff, but I bet you're a softie on the inside.
 * Dwyer: D-don't be such an idiot.
 * Kiragi: Ha! I knew it! You're turning red!

C Support
(Dwyer leaves)
 * Asugi: Damn... it...
 * Dwyer: Oh. Looks like I won this round. You all right though, Asugi?
 * Asugi: Y-yeah. I'm fine. Just... winded. And surprised. You're usually so lazy... I wasn't expecting you to be such a good fighter. What gives?
 * Dwyer: I'm better than I look, huh?
 * Asugi: Yeah, you are. But I'm gonna knock that smug look off you next time! C'mon Naps! Time for round two!
 * Dwyer: Nah... I'm good. Too much work.
 * Asugi: Hey! You can't just quit while you're ahead like that!
 * Dwyer: I'm not quitting. I'm just, uh... quitting. Sorry. Too sleepy. Can't think.
 * Asugi: Grrr. Well, what if I offer you one of my special peach cobblers? They're amazing! Practically melt in your mouth.
 * Dwyer: Nah, I can bake my own sweets.
 * Asugi: F-fine! I'll let you off. But on one condition! You've gotta tell me how you got so good! I never see you doing any training. And... to be honest, you don't look that tough.
 * Dwyer: Eh. Yeah. You're right. This was probably just a fluke. Now, I think it's nap time. Later, sweet cheeks.
 * Asugi: Urgh! That lazy old bindle-buncher! I've got to know what his secret is! Maybe if I follow him around for a bit, I can find out...

B Support
(scene transition) (scene transition) (Dwyer leaves)
 * Dwyer: *yawn*
 * Asugi: Perfect. He's just getting back from breakfast. Let's see what he does all day...
 * Dwyer: Aw, man. Breakfast really has me beat. Maybe I'll have myself a little lie-down.
 * Dwyer: *yawn*
 * Asugi: Back already? He just left for lunch an hour ago.
 * Dwyer: Whoo. All that healing has me pooped. Time for an after-lunch napperino.
 * Asugi: Uggghh...
 * Dwyer: *yawn*
 * Asugi: C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon...
 * Dwyer: Well, dinner was nice. And for dessert... Aw, you guessed it, pillow! I love you, too.
 * Asugi: Hey, Naps! What's the deal?!
 * Dwyer: What the—? Asugi?! How long have you been there?
 * Asugi: Since morning!
 * Dwyer: Wh-why? Are you... trying to spy on my sleeping?
 * Asugi: Er— Not... really. I just want to know how you're such a good fighter! But you didn't ever train! You barely even left your bed!
 * Dwyer: Course I didn't train. That's way too much effort. I'm not fool.
 * Asugi: Grrr. And how can you be so tired when you spend the entire day sleeping, anyway?
 * Dwyer: Eh... I dunno. I guess it's just how I feel. Sorry to disappoint.
 * Asugi: But... how...? How are you so good?
 * Dwyer: My old man sort of beat it into me back when I was younger. Guess I just never lost the instinct for it. I worked pretty hard back then. All there is to it, really.
 * Asugi: Well, I'm jealous. Not many people can live so lazily and maintain skills like yours.
 * Dwyer: Yeah. Life is cruel. So anyway, I need to get some shut-eye. Big day tomorrow. Just like today. So if you could just see yourself out...
 * Asugi: Damn him... This might have been my worst recon mission yet...

A Support

 * Dwyer: Asugi...
 * Asugi: Yeah, Naps?
 * Dwyer: ... Why are we having a tea party? Thought you wanted a rematch.
 * Asugi: Bingo. And that's exactly what we're doing.
 * Dwyer: I'm pretty sure we're just eating pastries and drinking tea... Is this what the kids call rematches these days? Huh... That's new... Neat.
 * Asugi: Look, I gave up on trying to nab the secret to your fighting abilities. Wasting a whole day watching you sleep was enough. I'm not subjecting myselg to more of that. Which is why I decided to have a different type of competition with you. I call it the... WHOSE-BAKED-SWEETS-ARE-BETTER SHOWDOWN!
 * Dwyer: ...Oh. OK.
 * Asugi: Heh. So now you understand?
 * Dwyer: Yep. I'd say this is your win.
 * Asugi: Huh?
 * Dwyer: I mean, your stuff is way better than mine. Ckeck out these little bean fish things. What did you call them? Taiyaki? They're great. And these rice cakes... oh man. You're pretty amazing an this stuff, Asugi. Where'd you learn it all?
 * Asugi: Feh. I can't tell you that. Maybe if you spied on me, you could find out...
 * Dwyer: Eh... Nah. Too much effort...
 * Asugi: Ngh...
 * Dwyer: And you know... I think this is probably more of a draw anyways.
 * Asugi: Wh-what?! But you said I won! You can't take that back!
 * Dwyer: Well, I didn't just bring sweets. I brewed some coffe as well. I don't know how you tasted it through all that sugar, but you seemed to like it a lot. You kept going on about how good it was. And isn't that your eighth cup?
 * Asugi: Hm... I suppose you've got a point.
 * Dwyer: So, how 'bout it. Do you know how to make coffee? Let's have another rematch.
 * Asugi: D-dammit! Enough! No! I'm not going to spy on you again to get your coffee-brewing secrets!
 * Dwyer: Well... you could anyways play fair. But if you really want to know, you can just ask.
 * Asugi: Really?! Then I'll take you up on that!
 * Dwyer: Yeah, no problem. It's pretty easy to do. Way easier than sparring, anyway. But I have one condition. You gotta teach me how to make that taiyaki stuff.
 * Asugi: I see... All right, Naps. You're on.
 * Dwyer: Sweet. Well, I'm full, so I'm gonna go lie down.
 * Asugi: Huh? So you're not going to teach me now?
 * Dwyer: Well, to quote a wise man, "I would prefer not to".
 * Asugi: You— You— Fine! I'll wait until you wake up! But you're teaching me as soon as you do! All right?
 * Dwyer: Fiiiiine *yawn* *smack smack smack*

C Support
(Selkie leaves)
 * Selkie: Hey, get back here! I'm talking to you, mister!
 * Dwyer: Ugh. What's with all the racket, Selkie? Are you yelling at me?
 * Selkie: No, dum-dum. I'm chasing a bird!
 * Dwyer: I know I'm going to regret asking... But why?
 * Selkie: Why? That's a silly question. Why not?
 * Dwyer: How deep.
 * Selkie: I guess if I have to have a reason... I'm chasing it because it's flying. So there.
 * Dwyer: Have you considered the possibility of actually catching the bird? that is... what would you actually do with it? Eat it?
 * Selkie: What else do you do with birds?
 * Dwyer: No, I don't WANT you to eat it, Selkie. I'm just speculating about the possible endgame of your frivolous activity.
 * Selkie: Huh? Anyway, I might eat it.
 * Dwyer: How splendid for you. Anyway, I'm going to leave now.
 * Selkie: Yeah, me too. This is boring. Here, birdie, birdie, birdie! Wait up, you little dum-dum!
 * Dwyer: Gods...

B Support

 * Selkie: Aha! We meet again!
 * Dwyer: Oh... It's you.
 * Selkie: I have a name, you know. It's Selkie. You should use it.
 * Dwyer: Fair enough. My name's Dwyer.
 * Selkie: Yeah, I already knew that. So, anyway, Dwyer... let's play!
 * Dwyer: Why?
 * Selkie: What do you mean, "why"? Don't you like horsing around?
 * Dwyer: No, that sounds like it would require effort.
 * Selkie: You're silly. Play isn't work. Play is fun!
 * Dwyer: In your opinion.
 * Selkie: Meh, whatever, Captain Boring Pants. You can just sit there, but I'm gonna jump out of that tree!
 * Dwyer: Is this the part where I'm supposed to stop you?
 * Selkie: Heh... nope! *climbs tree* Here we go. One, two, three... JUMP! OW! Stupid branch!
 * Dwyer: What a surprise.
 * Selkie: Aww... this really hurts! And I'm bleeding!
 * Dwyer: Stay put. I'll get some bandages.
 * Selkie: Really? Thank you! But... wouldn't that be work?
 * Dwyer: I suppose so. But what sort of gentleman would ignore a pretty lady in distress?
 * Selkie: Dwyer...
 * Dwyer: Yes?
 * Selkie: You just called me pretty.
 * Dwyer: Hmm. Indeed I did. Perhaps I should have used a less suggestive term. What sort of gentleman would ignore a not-ugly lady in distress?
 * Selkie: Aww, I liked it better when you said pretty.

A Support

 * Selkie: Hey, Dwyer! Are you watching? I'm gonna do a backflip off this building!
 * Dwyer: That seems ill advised.
 * Selkie: Oh yeah? Just watch me!
 * Dwyer: You're just going to get hurt again when you land...
 * Selkie: But you'll take care of me if I do, right? It's a total win-win!
 * Dwyer: Doesn't it hurt when you... get hurt? Do you not feel pain or something?
 * Selkie: Yeah, I guess it kinda hurts. Hmm. Maybe I won't try it after all.
 * Dwyer: Thank you. It hurts me to watch you hurt yourself.
 * Selkie: Really? Why?
 * Dwyer: Well... because we're friends. Aren't we?
 * Selkie: Oh, yeah! We're friends!
 * Selkie: But friends play together. So, let's go play, Dwyer!
 * Dwyer: You're unbelievable.
 * Selkie: Wait, is that a compliment? Bah, who cares? Let's go play in the mountains! Wheeee!
 * Dwyer: What would we do up there?
 * Selkie: I dunno... chase birds or something. Frolic! C'mon, let's go!
 * Dwyer: That sounds more like work than fun.
 * Selkie: Aww, don't say that!
 * Dwyer: Let me put it this way. It sounds like fun if you enjoy running around until you pass out. Which I don't.
 * Selkie: Then... you're not coming? Even though we're friends?
 * Dwyer: No, I'm coming. I'd hate for you to hurt yourself out in the middle of nowhere.
 * Selkie: Yay! Thanks, Dwyer!

S Support

 * Dwyer: Selkie. We need to talk.
 * Selkie: Hey, Dwyer. That's a weird face you're making...
 * Dwyer: I just need to know. Are you planning on chasing after things and attempting risky stunts... forever?
 * Selkie: Well, of course! I can't imagine a life without play.
 * Dwyer: So... a lifetime of reckless play...
 * Selkie: Yeah! Sounds amazing, right?
 * Dwyer: That's not the word I'd use, but... You'll probably be getting injured with some regularity, it seems fair to assume...
 * Selkie: Yeah, probably. I can't get carried away sometimes. But I can't think about a little spill here or a tumble there. That ruins the fun!
 * Dwyer: Well, I suppose that settles it. I'll be spending my life tending to your scrapes and bruises.
 * Selkie: Hey, I didn't ask you to do that.
 * Dwyer: No, but I can't stand by and watch you get hurt.
 * Selkie: But forever is such a long time! Like, sometimes when I have to wait an hour for something, I can't even do it. And how many hours are in forever? It hurts my brain to think about!
 * Dwyer: Well, you don't need to worry about it. I'll just take care of you.
 * Selkie: But why? You hate doing work, don't you?
 * Dwyer: I have my reasons.
 * Selkie: Because we're friends?
 * Dwyer: Er... yes.
 * Selkie: So you're going to stay by my side for the rest of your life?
 * Dwyer: That's my intent.
 * Selkie: Well, then we're more than just friends, Dwyer. It's more like we're husband and wife, wouldn't you say?
 * Dwyer: I... I guess?
 * Selkie: Oh, don't be shy! Should we just get married and make it all official?
 * Dwyer: I guess if that were to happen someday, I wouldn't be disappointed...
 * Selkie: Someday? Pfft. Let's do it today! Yaaay!
 * Dwyer: Very well. I promise never to leave your side.
 * Selkie: Woohoo! We're married! This was my plan all along. I can't believe it worked! Bwahaha!
 * Dwyer: You're cleverer than you let on, aren't you?
 * Selkie: Duh! Heehee!

C Support

 * Dwyer: Well, that's that. Walked a half-dozen feet. Time for a nap.
 * Mitama: Sleep interrupted. / The slumbering volcano. / Ready to explode.
 * Dwyer: Oh, sorry to trip over you, Mitama. Were you sleeping there?
 * Mitama: I have napping rights to this spot. Move along- or else.
 * Dwyer: You don't have any such rights. This is a public space. And please, spare me your haiku temper tantrums.
 * Mitama: The lava bubbles. / The volcano will explode. / The fool doesn't run.
 * Dwyer: I refuse to be baited into a haiku battle. I just want to take a nap here!
 * Mitama: Lava splatters him. / The volcano blows its top. / Still the fool stays put.
 * Dwyer: Oh, fine. I'll leave if only to stop the pain of your dreadful poetry.
 * Mitama: Coward!
 * Dwyer: I just want to sleep. I thought you of all people would understand that.
 * Mitama: I was sleeping until you came along.
 * Dwyer: I said I was sorry. I'll just go sleep right over there.
 * Mitama: The volcano fumes. / It demands a sacrifice. / That pillow you hold.
 * Dwyer: You must be kidding. This is my favorite nap-time pillow!
 * Mitama: Give it to me, Dwyer, or I swear that you'll never wake from that nap.
 * Dwyer: Ha. A direct threat? Have your powers of poetic persuasion failed you? Fine, here. My pillow.
 * Mitama: You may pass. Vanish from my sight. Take your nap elsewhere.
 * Dwyer: You have crossed a line today, Mitama. One that cannot be uncrossed.

B Support

 * Dwyer: Hello? Injured people? You here? Huh. I'm either too late or in the wrong place.
 * Mitama: What are you doing here, Dwyer?
 * Dwyer: I could ask you the same.
 * Mitama: I heard there were people here who needed healing. Though I was walking in dream, sleeping peacefully, I couldn't say no to healing.
 * Dwyer: Well, you're too late. I got here first. You can leave.
 * Mitama: You came for this? You have a reputation for giving less a damn then I.
 * Dwyer: I was ordered to come. I can't turn down a direct command.
 * Mitama: You can in the future. I will tend to the wounded while you can slack.
 * Dwyer: No, you can sleep while I work. Like now. Go away.
 * Mitama: Two healers enter / Both of us seeking patients / I lose my patience.
 * Dwyer: That wasn't half-bad.
 * Mitama: I may have arrived last, Dwyer, but I am best suited for healing the injured. Now, exactly where are these poor, wounded souls?
 * Dwyer: Oh, there's one. We're practically standing on him. So much for bedside manner.
 * Mitama: Hmm, yes. Right there. Now leave this all to me, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: Aren't two healers better than one?
 * Mitama: Not when one is you.
 * Dwyer: Oh, fine. Get to healing, or else our patient will slip away.
 * Mitama: Stand off- and watch how it's done.
 * Dwyer: You're not half-bad at this either.
 * Mitama: I'm half-good times two.
 * Dwyer: Was that math poetry? Well, I'll just find more wounded to tend to. Oh, look. There's another body.
 * Mitama: Your turn.
 * Dwyer: All right, Mitama. Thanks. You're not half-bad.
 * Mitama: Yes, you've said that thrice. You'd make a terrible poet.
 * Dwyer: Let's get everyone here healed up so we can get back to our naps.
 * Mitama: Now that is poetry to my ears.

A Support

 * Mitama: Zzzzz...
 * Dwyer: Huh, it's Mitama. She really can sleep just about anywhere. Hey, Mitama. You asleep?
 * Mitama: ......
 * Dwyer: That's a pretty comfy-looking pile of hay you found to sleep on. Mind if I take half of it over there? Out of snoring distance, of course.
 * Mitama: Sleep interrupted / The slumbering volcano / Ready to explode.
 * Dwyer: Yes, yes. Volcano haiku. Didn't you unleash that one on me before? Anyway, you were awake.
 * Mitama: No I wasn't. You woke me.
 * Dwyer: Quibbles.
 * Mitama: The volcano fumes / It demands a sacrifice / Five hundred croissants. I will expect them to be freshly baked and hot from the oven, Dwyer. Why did you wake me?
 * Dwyer: More people need healing.
 * Mitama: Oh. Why didn't you just say so? Let's make haste.
 * Dwyer: Sorry...
 * (Scene transition)
 * Dwyer: Well, we've healed them all up, Mitama. I think? Yes.
 * Mitama: Then I'll be off, back to my lovely hay pile of sweet dreams.
 * Dwyer: Er, Mitama? I brought this for you. Here, it's yours.
 * Mitama: A blanket?
 * Dwyer: A quilt. I sewed it. And stitched all the haiku I've heard you say on it too.
 * Mitama: You did what?
 * Dwyer: I can't quite match your calligraphy, not with a needle and thread.
 * Mitama: Patchwork of poems / Scraps of the best intentions / Sewn with love and care.
 * Dwyer: I did my best.
 * Mitama: Why?
 * Dwyer: I thought a haiku quilt might make your dreams all the more sweet. Besides, I knew if you woke me, you'd demand a sacrifice. Easier than baking you five hundred croissants, anyway.
 * Mitama: Sacrifice accepted. I mean...thank you. This quilt grants you permission to wake me up at any and all times in the future.
 * Dwyer: I'll keep that in mind.
 * Mitama: Yes, do.

S Support

 * Dwyer: Mitama? You can't sleep here. Vermin abound.
 * Mitama: Zzzzz...the heat...zzzzz...the sizzle... Dwyer, Dwyer, Dwyer...
 * Dwyer: Wake up, Mitama.
 * Mitama: *snork* Whuh? Why are you here?
 * Dwyer: You summoned me.
 * Mitama: But...I didn't!
 * Dwyer: I just heard you: "Dwyer, Dwyer, Dwyer..."
 * Mitama: The volcano wakes / But why won't my lava gush? / This time it's a blush. Well, what else did I say?
 * Dwyer: You mentioned something about heat and sizzling- then my name, over and over.
 * Mitama: I was dreaming that you were standing at the edge of a volcano.
 * Dwyer: Clearly.
 * Mitama: Being sacrificed.
 * Dwyer: To you, the volcano. I'm comfortable with that. Anyway, moving on... I'm not sure you should be sleeping in any old place around here.
 * Mitama: Why not?
 * Dwyer: I saw a rat scurry over your foot as you slept, Mitama.
 * Mitama: It did? That must be lucky.
 * Dwyer: No, it's disgusting. And what if it hadn't been a rat- maybe a bear?
 * Mitama: But I must sleep when the urge to nap moves me.
 * Dwyer: Well, I have a bunk bed. Don't worry. It's all on the up and up. That is, it's all very decent. You could choose the up- or down- bunk.
 * Mitama: That's nice, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: Anyway, I'm just saying don't sleep in disgusting places with vermin.
 * Mitama: I'll sleep where I like.
 * Dwyer: You really must think of your safety.
 * Mitama: Some have called you a vermin.
 * Dwyer: Oh. Have they really?
 * Mitama: Besides, if we bunk together and you fall asleep, what good does that do? A rat could scurry there as well.
 * Dwyer: I won't fall asleep then.
 * Mitama: My snore is soothing.
 * Dwyer: I'll pinch my leg to stay awake.
 * Mitana: You'd pinch yourself all night long, week after week, month after month?
 * Dwyer: To keep you from rats? Yes.
 * Mitama: That's dedication. Or perhaps it's...devotion?
 * Dwyer: Tomato, tomato.
 * Mitama: What? You said it the same way twice. To-MAY-toe, to-MAH-to. That's how you say that, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: Oh, all right. You want a confession of my affections? Fine. My heart has been seared by standing too near the volcano that is you, Mitama.
 * Mitama: Now you're speaking my language, Dwyer. And, by the way...? I love you too.

C Support

 * Caeldori: *pluck* Perfect I will be... *pluck* Perfect will never be... *pluck* Perfect I will be... EEEP! *pluck* Perfect I will...NEVER be?!
 * Dwyer: Oh, Caeldori. What did that poor flower do to deserve such brutality?
 * Caeldori: How long have you been lurking, Dwyer? You didn't hear what I...?
 * Dwyer: About being perfect? Or not? No. Not the slightest peep. And I wasn't lurking. I was here napping. You were so bent on perfection that you failed to even notice me.
 * Caeldori: I...I'm not.
 * Dwyer: Not, she says. Tell that to the flower you just mauled.
 * Caeldori: It's just a child's game, plucking a flower to divine the future.
 * Dwyer: Oh, is that what you call the slaying of that defenseless bloom?
 * Caeldori: *sob* Dwyer, please don't tell anyone what you saw. I couldn't live it down!
 * Dwyer: I'm only joking. Do you now how many dead flowers I've left in my wake? But I've learned there's no point in plucking petals. Just be you. You'll get what you deserve.
 * Caeldori: Well, whatever. Just don't tell anyone. It was only a moment of weakness. I'm myself again--perfection.
 * Dwyer: Oh, really.
 * Caeldori: I can tell by your sour puss that you doubt me. Maybe I'm not perfect. But I'm close. I'll give you proof.
 * Dwyer: I'm barely interested.
 * Caeldori: Oh, no. You started this.
 * Dwyer: Don't go to any trouble for my sake, I recant any skepticism.
 * Caeldori: You sullen clod! I'm going to give you proof if I have to rub it in your face. Next we meet, I'll show you how perfect I am...at winning affection.
 * Dwyer: That's hardly proof of anything. Well, besides being dependent on others for approval.
 * Caeldori: I'll show you. Next time we meet, you'll see me in a new light.
 * Dwyer: I'll be sure to shield my eyes, lest I be blinded by your brilliance.

B Support
(Caeldori leaves)
 * Caeldori: Ah! Found you!
 * Dwyer: Hmm. I should really try this hiding thing I've heard so much about.
 * Caeldori: Let my perfection commence--with a demonstration of being winsome.
 * Dwyer: You know what they say: you win some, you lose some. And I'll be the one to lose my mind if I stick around. I find you tiresome.
 * Caeldori: Tiresome? I see what you're saying.
 * Dwyer: Uh, what?
 * Caeldori: How much it must drain you to hear people yammer on and on.
 * Dwyer: Yes, exactly. I'm glad you...understand.
 * Caeldori: You see? It's working!
 * Dwyer: ...... What is?
 * Caeldori: Lesson Number One: You'll win people over if you're perfectly agreeable. The distance between us, Dwyer, has been halved. You see? Winsome.
 * Dwyer: I feel used. Good-bye.
 * Caeldori: You need more proof?
 * Dwyer: Less. None. Negative proof. Can we turn back time?
 * Caeldori: You just hold on. I will now show you Lesson Number Two!
 * Dwyer: You mean from that, er, thing you're hiding behind your back?
 * Caeldori: What thing?
 * Dwyer: That book. I would recognize that fuchsia cover from a mile away. It's a guide to winning a man, isn't it?
 * Caeldori: This? No. Oh, is it? Never mind. It's just some garbage I picked up.
 * Dwyer: Garbage, indeed. I could never be hooked by tips from a book. Besides, you'll just come across as tiresome if you try so hard.
 * Caeldori: I give up. You're right. I'll be heading home now, Dwyer. Good-bye.
 * Dwyer: Oh, all right. See you later.
 * Caeldori: Heh.
 * Dwyer: What, heh? Don't heh me! Weren't you going to leave?
 * Caeldori: No. I was merely stimulating the male's instinct to chase. It's in the book.
 * Dwyer: Oh, what piffle. That tactic doesn't work on me. It doesn't work on anyone!
 * Caeldori: You're right, Dwyer. I'll go throw out this book now. Good-bye.
 * Dwyer: Hmm. She's not half-bad.

A Support

 * Caeldori: Hello, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: Allow me to tip my head in passing. As I pass, Caeldori.
 * Caeldori: But, uh, I need advice.
 * Dwyer: I have a moment.
 * Caeldori: It's more like I need you for a little experiment. Remember that book you told me to throw away? I did, of course. It was crammed of bad tips for winning over a man. You were so right! But one tip was absolute trash. I'd like to prove that. Can you help?
 * Dwyer: But I'm glad to assist, if it will help put the final nail in that fuchsia coffin.
 * Caeldori: I'll do exactly what the book said. You tell me if it has any effect on your heart.
 * Dwyer: My heart? I doubt it will. But please, continue.
 * Caeldori: I'll be starting...now. *pat pat* Why, hello there, Dwyer! *pat* The weather is sure *pat* nice today! *pat pat pat*
 * Dwyer: Caeldori, I'm not a dog.
 * Caeldori: The book said that when one talks to a man, one ought to touch him casually. It will get a man's heart beating.
 * Dwyer: That was casual patting? I thought you were trying to pick my pocket.
 * Caeldori: No effect on your heart though? All right. Let's try this... *turn* *glance over shoulder* *flip hair* *flutter flutter flutter flutter*
 * Dwyer: Do you have an eyelash stuck in your eye? You should rinse that out.
 * Caeldori: I was batting my lashes at you over my shoulder! Did it succeed?
 * Dwyer: At making me uncomfortable? Yes. It succeeded wildly.
 * Caeldori: Aw, I guess I made a mess of it.
 * Dwyer: Please tell me this wasn't all some ruse to actually win me over. That book IS junk. The truth is, you of all people don't need a book of tips to be winsome.
 * Caeldori: But how else will I make a man's heart skip a beat?
 * Dwyer: Ugh. How awful. Heart failure? What a thing to inflict on someone. Just be yourself, Caeldori. You really will get what's coming to you. And it will be as lovely as you are.
 * Caeldori: Really? Did you just say that? You, Dwyer?!
 * Dwyer: Keep it between us.
 * Caeldori: Then I really will trow away that stupid book. I guess I got a little more perfect, thanks to you. Mind if I come to you for more advice from time to time?
 * Dwyer: As long as it's you I'm dealing with and not that book? Of course. It's been a pleasure, Caeldori.

S Support

 * Dwyer: Hi, Caeldori.
 * Caeldori: Oh, hello, Dwyer. What can I help you with?
 * Dwyer: I need advice.
 * Caeldori: My advice? Have pigs developed wings and now require pig knights?
 * Dwyer: Er, what? Anyway, I need advice about love.
 * Caeldori: No! You? Love?! Well, you and I have circled this topic before. You know it's not my field.
 * Dwyer: I think you'll have an informed opinion about this.
 * Caeldori: All right, out with it.
 * Dwyer: What kind of gift makes a woman really, really happy?
 * Caeldori: I don't know. I can only say what tickles me. Just about anything though. It's really and truly the thought that counts.
 * Dwyer: That's not very helpful. How about flowers?
 * Caeldori: What girl doesn't love to receive flowers?
 * Dwyer: Noted. Another question--what's the best way to offer one's heart to a woman?
 * Caeldori: Personally, I think it doesn't matter much what he might say. He needs only to look into my eyes and speak from the heart. I hope that helps whomever is the lucky target of your affections. As for me, I've always thought it'd be wonderful for it to go just like that. Perhaps it's trite, but for a suitor to drop to his knee...? I'd simply die!
 * Dwyer: Well, don't do THAT.
 * Caeldori: Huh? Dwyer, why are you dropping--? To your--? Knee?
 * Dwyer: Caeldori.
 * Caeldori: Wh-what?
 * Dwyer: I've taken a liking to you.
 * Caeldori: What?!
 * Dwyer: And if you're not too opposed, would you please take this flower?
 * Caeldori: WHAT?!
 * Dwyer: I'm serious.
 * Caeldori: But I never guessed-- I mean, maybe I guessed, but I never dreamed...
 * Dwyer: So are you going to take this flower? My knee is starting to hurt.
 * Caeldori: NO!
 * Dwyer: Urk. Why?
 * Caeldori: What kind of proposal was that?! It was like a proposal FOR a proposal! It has to be spontaneous. You have to fully open your heart.
 * Dwyer: That was from my heart. But if you want me to pop out of a cake or something...? I'll surprise you at some point.
 * Caeldori: Really? You promise?
 * Dwyer: I give you my vow.
 * Caeldori: Oh, Dwyer! This is exactly how I always pictured this happening! Or at least how I'll picture it when it eventually happens! I give you my vow. When the time comes, I will say...yes.

C Support

 * Rhajat: You there, Hold on a minute.
 * Dwyer: Pardon me? Did you need something?
 * Rhajat: *pluck*
 * Dwyer: Gah! My hair! What are you doing?!
 * Rhajat: You looked gloomy.
 * Dwyer: And you thought yanking a tuft of hair out of my head would help?
 * Rhajat: Well, I suppose it won't help you. But it will help me. I'm working on a potion that calls for the "hair of a gloomy person". I figured you'd do.
 * Dwyer: I see.
 * Rhajat: Great. See ya.
 * Dwyer: One question, though. Why didn't you use some of your own hair?
 * Rhajat: Because I'm not gloomy. I'm downright gleegul.
 * Dwyer: Riiight. At least you can tell a joke.
 * Rhajat: Um... I'm not joking. Nothing makes me happier than working on a new potion.
 * Dwyer: Well... good luck with that, I guess.
 * Rhajat: Thanks. Muhahahaha...


 * Dwyer: Um... wait a second. What exactly does this potion do?
 * Rhajat: Oh, I thought it was obvious. It will help me animate an evil doll with your personality. Bwahaha! It's going to be sooooo evil!
 * Dwyer: Um... can i get that hair back after all?

B Support

 * Rhajat: Ah! This is good timing.
 * Dwyer: You... Good timing for what, exactly? Some kind of evil spell?
 * Rhajat: No, but we can do one of those, too. Maybe I can cast one that will make you less anxious all the time. Shall we begin? What troubles you?
 * Dwyer: Believe it or not, I'm content.
 * Rhajat: Ugh, boring. How about a wish? What do you desire? Anything will do.
 * Dwyer: Well, if you insist... There's a particular tea set used by the royal family. I must i admit... I cobet it desperately. But, of course, it's under lock and key...
 * Rhajat: Understoood, Leave it to me.
 * Dwyer: What are you going to do? You can't just STEAL it!
 * Rhajat: Sure I could. But that's not what I'm going to do. Heh heh...
 * Dwyer: I'm not sure about this...
 * Rhajat: Muhahah! Heehee!
 * Dwyer: Wel,, at least one of us is having fun.
 * Rhajat: Indeed, I am! Now, to complete this spell, I'll need both of your eyeballs. No, wait. That's crazy. I can get by with one eyeball. I guarantee a 10 percent chance of success. So... make with the eyeball.
 * Dwyer: Heh. Now I know you're pulling my leg.
 * Rhajat: No. Hopefully, I'm pulling your eyeball. Clean out of the socket. If we offer the tongue too, I believe we could have a 30 percent chance of success.
 * Dwyer: I'm sure you're joking around... but no thank you.
 * Rhajat: Ugh, you're so boring.
 * Dwyer: Uh, I'm sorry? No, wait... I'm not. But thanks for totally weirding me out.
 * Rhajat: Oh, you're welcome. If tou ever want something that seems impossible, just let me know. I love a good challenge...
 * Dwyer: I'll keep that in mind...

A Support

 * Dywer: Hello, Rhajat. What's that you're working on?
 * Rhajat: Oh, just a little research for another spell.
 * Dwyer: You sure are... prolific... ith those spells. You're not doing anything too wild, are you? It's not good to play gods...
 * Rhajat: Play gods? What do you mean?
 * Dwyer: You know... Messing with people's lives, or creating a new type of animal... Stuff like that.
 * Rhajat: ...Oh. I suppose I'll have to be discreet.
 * Dwyer: Right. Well, I'll leave you to it.
 * Rhajat: Hmph.
 * Dwyer: What's wrong?
 * Rhajat: Do I creep you out?
 * Dwyer: Well...
 * Rhajat: I knew it. You're just like everyone else.
 * Dwyer: Hey! You didn't give me a chance to answer you. I was going to say that I find you fascinating, if a little quirky.
 * Rhajat: Oh? That's rare.
 * Dwyer: What do you mean?
 * Rhajat: Most people just dismiss me. But that's fine, I suppose. Makes it easier to concentrate on my spells. But you seem to show a genuine interest in me. I wonder why...
 * Dwyer: Maybe it's because I see you as a gellow gloomy person.
 * Rhajat: I already told you—I'm cheerful.
 * Dwyer: Right. Anyway, I should probably mind my own business.
 * Rhajat: No, I could actually use some help. Are you up for it?
 * Dwyer: Well... it depends. What do you need?
 * Rhajat: Excellent. What I need is for you to source some ingredients for me. Firs, I need 50 stinkworms. You can tell them apart from regular worms by the way they smell. Also, they bite. And I could really use some fresh mandrake root. The best parts of the root are about eight feet underwater and as strong as steel. Any questions?
 * Dwyer: Yes. Will you just kill me now and save me the trouble?

S Support

 * Dwyer: Hey, Rhajat. Remember how I got you all those ingredients for your spells? I was wondering if you could do something for me.
 * Rhajat: Yeah. I already told you I could get you anything you wanted, didn't I? Just name it
 * Dwyer: Great. So... is there any such things as a matchmaking spell?
 * Rhajat: Matchmaking? You mean, like, with another person?
 * Dwyer: Yeah, I guess that's what I mean. Is it possible?
 * Rhajat: ...No.
 * Dwyer: Really? Damn. I thought for sure...
 * Rhajat: Well, there might be a spell like that... But who exactly are you hoping to be matched with? I'll curse you for eternity if you don't tell me!
 * Dwyer: Yeesh! When you put it like that, I guess I'll tell you. It's you, Rhajat.
 * Rhajat: Me?! Are you serious?
 * Dwyer: Yeah... Is that weird?
 * Rhajat: I don't know yet. What is it you like about me, exactly?
 * Dwyer: Gah! How am I supposed to answer a question like that? I just like you, OK? I like that you're a little bit mysterious and dangerous.
 * Rhajat: Oh, man... This is a problem.
 * Dwyer: Damn. I figured as much.
 * Rhajat: No, you don't get it. The problem is that i don't even need a matchmaking spell. Because I like you too.
 * Dwyer: Really?
 * Rhajat: Well, if I had to choose between hate and like... the slight edge goes to like.
 * Dwyer: That's not good enought. I like you a LOT.
 * Rhajat: All right, you want the truth? The truth is that I didn't want to do a machmaking spell for you... because I didn't want to see matched up to anyone else. I really like you. Like, a lot. I've been getting kind of obsessed. Muhahaha...
 * Dwyer: Wow, this is awkward.
 * Rhajat: Well, you started it! As punishment, I'm going to stick with you until one or both of us are dead! It may not be as long as you think!
 * Dwyer: Heh. I'm OK with this.

C Support

 * Dwyer: Oh, darn it--dropped one of my cookies. And I just got done baking these!
 * Velouria: Oooh! Dirt cookie! *gulp*
 * Dwyer: Hey, that was mine.
 * Velouria: It was a dirt cookie. You didn't mark it as yours.
 * Dwyer: I didn't think I needed to.
 * Velouria: Now you know.
 * Dwyer: But you can't just eat a cookie that someone drops.
 * Velouria: Are you calling me a thief?
 * Dwyer: No, I would never, ever, not in a million years call someone a thief. I'm only saying you shouldn't eat anything that falls on the ground.


 * Velouria: It wasn't there long. I ate it right away, fresh as a dirt cookie gets.
 * Dwyer: Freshness IS a virtue.
 * Velouria: I can smell when someone's being sarcastic.
 * Dwyer: I can smell when a cookie is too gross to eat because it's fallen in the dirt.
 * Velouria: If it bothers you so much, then give me one of your other cookies.
 * Dwyer: But I made these for me.
 * Velouria: So I can't eat dropped food. Or not-dropped food. I wish I had my dear, sweet, gentle papa here to set you straight. You're a monster.


 * Dwyer: I? A monster? And if your father is responsible for your filthy dirt-cookie habits...? I say he has much to answer for.
 * Velouria: *sniff, sniff* Yum. Too yum. ......
 * Dwyer: Wait, Velouria? Huh. She's gone. Why didn't you just give her a darn cookie, Dwyer?

B Support

 * Velouria: *sniff* *sniff, sniff*
 * Dwyer: Smelled me coming, did you?
 * Velouria: Ha! Take THIS!
 * Dwyer: Wh-whoa, no need to swipe at me like that, Velouria!
 * Velouria: To make dirt cookies, yes I do. I can smell what you're hiding.
 * Dwyer: I've got a new batch of freshly baked cookies. But I'm not hiding them.
 * Velouria: Take THAT!
 * Dwyer: Stop it. There's simply no need--
 * Velouria: But I want those cookies. They have to fall so they're dirt cookies. I'm not a thief. I won't take them from you.
 * Dwyer: What a circuitous way to get a cookie. Too much trouble. Here, have one.
 * Velouria: Huh?
 * Dwyer: I baked a batch for us to share.
 * Velouria: Gimme. *munch, munch* Oooh! Delicious!
 * Dwyer: Your waggity tail is compliment enough for me, Velouria.
 * Velouria: Oh, you notice things like that? You're not the monster I thought you were.
 * Dwyer: I only fussed last time because you were eating my cookies off the ground. I take pride in my work.
 * Velouria: The dirt cookie was almost as delicious though. You shouldn't care. Now, I need to find you something nice to show my appreciation.


 * Dwyer: Unnecessary. Your tail-wagging is plenty appreciative.
 * Velouria: A gift for a gift. How about a teacup? I've heard you like tea. I have a nice cup in my treasure chest.
 * Dwyer: Your treasure chest? No, no, no. I only baked cookies.
 * Velouria: Wait here, I'll fetch the cup.
 * Dwyer: She really oughtn't...
 * Velouria: Back again.
 * Dwyer: My, that was fast.
 * Velouria: Here, that teacup. Have you ever seen a cup so beautifully broken?
 * Dwyer: Er, broken? Hmpf. I mean, yes, I do see.
 * Velouria: The handle, cracked just so. Chipped all around. The hole in the bottom of the cup is the most gorgeous thing of all! It's one of my finest treasures. Now, all yours.


 * Dwyer: I'm...I'm flattered. Thank you, Velouria.

A Support

 * Dwyer: Have a moment, Velouria?
 * Velouria: For you? Sometimes.
 * Dwyer: Well then, I was just about to sit down to a nice cup of tea. Join me?
 * Velouria: Oh! A moisture ritual. I would be delighted to participate!
 * Dwyer: Here. Careful. It's hot.
 * Velouria: Thank you, Dwyer-- OH! Spilled some. It's hot.
 * Dwyer: I...think I said that? Are you alright? Scalded anywhere?
 * Velouria: Kind of you to care. But I spilled only a little. I was startled, is all.
 * Dwyer: My fault entirely. Wait here. I'll get something to cool the tea a tad.
 * Velouria: Sorry to be a bother.
 * Dwyer: There you go. A touch of chilled cream.
 * Velouria: ......
 * Dwyer: What's wrong?
 * Velouria: You're not who I heard you are. It's said you don't like to be put out.
 * Dwyer: Oh, yes. I don't go to much effort for anyone.
 * Velouria: But you're baking me cookies and inviting me to tea. Then fetching cream to cool my cup. That is much effort.
 * Dwyer: You're not anyone.
 * Velouria: I am Velouria.
 * Dwyer: Er, what I mean is that I never raise a finger for anyone I don't like. Besides, I think we're kindred spirits. I've heard you're a little on the lazy side.


 * Velouria: Oh, yes. Work is for fools.
 * Dwyer: But remember that teacup you ran off to get me from your treasure chest? You found the cup. You put it in your chest. You ran off. You gave it to me.


 * Velouria: None of that was work. It was enjoying what life brought me. Like you.
 * Dwyer: Oh? Like me? I see.
 * Velouria: *sniff, sniffity*
 * Dwyer: Erm...
 * Velouria: I detect the scent of awkwardness in the air. Where is it coming from?
 * Dwyer: Us, I think.
 * Velouria: Cover up the odor with something. Flowers. Or scatter dirt.
 * Dwyer: How about the tea? It's quite fragrant. Here, may I refresh your cup?
 * Velouria: Mmm-hmm. Oh, yes. The odors goes away. Thank you, Dwyer.

S Support

 * Dwyer: Velouria, may I waylay you for a moment?
 * Velouria: What do you want, Dwyer?
 * Dwyer: Just to give you this. I found it.
 * Velouria: A tattered scarf? How wonderful!
 * Dwyer: Do you like it? Good, I'm glad. I found it in the dirt just over there.
 * Velouria: Truly, I can't tell you how happy this makes me.
 * Dwyer: I'm happy that you're happy.
 * Velouria: *sniff* But, wait... *sniff, sniff* Dwyer... I smell something. Odd. Out of place. Doesn't fit.
 * Dwyer: Er, yes? Wh-what could it be?
 * Velouria: I smell a lie. You said you found it in the dirt--just over there.
 * Dwyer: Did I? I did. Yes, just over. Right about...there.
 * Velouria: The dirt on this isn't from here. It's from far, far off.
 * Dwyer: Oh. I forget how well you smell.
 * Velouria: *sniff, sniff* Dwyer... This is from the mountain of treasure. What others call the heap. Where fools throw everything away. Did you get this from there? You'd never walk so far, Dwyer. It is a long way. You have lied to me.


 * Dwyer: Yes, yes. I confess. I went to the treasure mountain.
 * Velouria: Why? You can barely drag yourself from one side of camp to the other.
 * Dwyer: I heard that's where you find many of your prized items--like that teacup.
 * Velouria: Why would you go to so much trouble to fetch me a treasure from the mountain? Wait! You smell like Dwyer. But you are not Dwyer! Give me back Dwyer!


 * Dwyer: It's me, Velouria. I did it so I could see a smile on your face.
 * Velouria: You want me to bare my teeth at you? B-but why?
 * Dwyer: I hope it might be the first of many smiles I see from you.
 * Velouria: I see. Is this how your people do this? You sniff my smile? I sniff yours?
 * Dwyer: Er, not exactly. I just wanted to show you how much I like being with you.
 * Velouria: You didn't have to travel all the way to the treasure mountain for that. Just show me you treasure ME.
 * Dwyer: How should I do that?
 * Velouria: Your people complicate everything. Here, just stand by my side.
 * Dwyer: All right. Done.
 * Velouria: Yes. And now don't ever leave it. See? Easy.

C Support
(Scene transitions)
 * Dwyer: It's about that time for coffee, isn't it? I'll just whip some up...
 * Ophelia: What an opulent array of scents!
 * Dwyer: Hi, Ophelia. It does smell good, doesn't it? Want some? My coffee is exceptional, as you might have heard.
 * Ophelia: No, thank you. What my entire being needs at this moment is something far better. I need the ember libation brewed from the leaves of life itself!
 * Dwyer: I...I've never heard of that.
 * Ophelia: Tea, I mean. Tea.
 * Dwyer: Why didn't you say so? All that "amber libation" stuff sounds so silly. I'll be glad to brew you a cup of tea though. Wait here.
 * Ophelia: Wait?! But every second passes in painful increments of torture!
 * Dwyer: There you go, Ophelia. One cup of tea, brewed to perfection. Blow on it a bit. It's piping hot.
 * Ophelia: I am unafraid of the agony that comes before ecstasy, Dwyer. *slurp* Oh! Ouchie! DWYER!
 * Dwyer: I warned you that it was hot!
 * Ophelia: That's not it. It's...it's...divine! What scent IS this that tickles the inside of my nose? It feels as if a thousands petals are blowing through me on a heavenly breeze! There's no mistaking it. This is the tea of legend--the libation offered to the chosen ones!
 * Dwyer: Legendary tea? Well, thanks. But it's really just run-of-the-mill tea.
 * Ophelia: Perhaps, but in your hands, Dwyer? You've made it legendary! Which means...you might be a chosen one too, like me!
 * Dwyer: Really, it's just regular tea. My coffee is actually much better.
 * Ophelia: Dwyer! Let us rejoice in who you are and the legends you brew! And now... Let me challenge you to rise to your true potential as a legendary brewer. You are but a chosen bud. Bloom, Dwyer. BLOOM!
 * Dwyer: Sheesh, Ophelia. Can you take it down a notch? You're giving me a headache.

B Support

 * Ophelia: Salutations, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: Back for another cup of tea, I see.
 * Ophelia: You degrade it with such a name.
 * Dwyer: What?
 * Ophelia: Names must expand to encapsulate a thing's grandness.
 * Dwyer: I like the sound of "tea". It's short and sweet. Saves me time.
 * Ophelia: That word is an insult to what you are able to brew.
 * Dwyer: Are you about to draw me into another one of your Ophelia tirades?
 * Ophelia: You brew a miracle that makes all other miracles ordinary! You brew a drink of legend that rises from dry leaves like the queen of phoenixes!
 * Dwyer: I...I think you mean phoenixi. I hate to correct you there. Anyway, tea is tea.
 * Ophelia: Let us come up with a fitting name for your miracle amber brew. What do you think of...Ambrus Miraculus?
 * Dwyer: How about tea?
 * Ophelia: How about... Divinitius Aquatiqus? That sounds more like it has been poured by the gods!
 * Dwyer: It is poured by me.
 * Ophelia: Volcanicus Florambia Nectaris?
 * Dwyer: Volcan-what?! Now you're just being ridiculous.
 * Ophelia: Then why don't YOU come up with a name, Dwyer!
 * Dwyer: Tea.
 * Ophelia: You have much to learn about imparting a chosen sound to names.
 * Dwyer: Chosen?
 * Ophelia: Fine, I guess I'll do this all by myself. Next time we meet, I will have mae a binding name for your "tea." Expect much--and then more. I always deliver the extraordinary!
 * Dwyer: What a pain.

A Support

 * Ophelia: Salutations, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: Oh, no. What now?
 * Ophelia: I would like your finest cup of Maiden's Tears.
 * Dwyer: I don't have that.
 * Ophelia: All out? Then how about something else... I'd like a cup of Fallen Stars, sweetened with a drop of Moonlight Glitter.
 * Dwyer: I don't have that.
 * Ophelia: Has anyone ever told you that you're hard to work with? Then give me a cup of Pure Sublimity brewed from water of a holy tree.
 * Dwyer: ......
 * Ophelia: Oh, fine! Tea! I want tea!
 * Dwyer: Tea? Oh, yes. That I have.
 * Ophelia: Why do you have to be so stubborn?!
 * Dwyer: Tea is tea. No need to pad it with all your overfluffery.
 * Ophelia: But tea isn't in the lexicon of the chosen!
 * Dwyer: Tea by any other name is just as tasty, isn't it?
 * Ophelia: I suppose so.
 * Dwyer: Then don't waste my time by asking for the Floressence of Nimbus Past and Present. For example.
 * Ophelia: Tea--how dull.
 * Dwyer: Pardon? Still complaining? Then I won't make you that tea.
 * Ophelia: Fine! Tea is tea! I'll say it in reverse if you wish it. Tea is tea! I just want that delicious beverage only you can brew, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: The honor is mine. Here you go. One cup of the hot stuff.
 * Ophelia: *slurpity-slurp* Ah! Even better than the last.
 * Dwyer: Then look forward to the next one. As they say--it always gets better with Dwyer.
 * Ophelia: Mmmm. I definitely will.

S Support

 * Ophelia: Greetings, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: Ophelia?!
 * Ophelia: Why so surprised to see me? You're my one and only for tea brewing.
 * Dwyer: It's...it's nothing.
 * Ophelia: Are you quite sure about that? There's something different about you. Are you lost in an unfathomable darkness? Or a labyrinth prowled by onyx beasts?
 * Dwyer: Uh, what?
 * Ophelia: I'm trying to ask if you're troubled by something, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: You really circle the point, don't you?
 * Ophelia: I'm glad to keep it simple if it eases your burden, Dwyer. What's wrong?
 * Dwyer: I...I don't know the right way to put this, Ophelia.
 * Ophelia: Out with it!
 * Dwyer: The truth is... I am bound by unbreakable chains that wrap the secret in my soul.
 * Ophelia: What say you?! Unbreakable chains?!
 * Dwyer: They bind an invisible treasure chest in which I keep my unspeakable secrets.
 * Ophelia: Invisible treasure chest?! Unspeakable secrets?!
 * Dwyer: But your approach is shaking the chains. Turning them to rust. My deepest secret is about to take wing from the dark, Ophelia. Cover your ears, or forever be changed by what I will now say... You're a goddess to me.
 * Ophelia: Who? Me? I am the chosen maiden, yes. But a goddess?
 * Dwyer: Can a mere mortal like Dwyer reach for the heavenly creature? Can even his words approach her sacred ears? The wrong utterance might chase her into the most faraway constellations.
 * Ophelia: Slow down, Dwyer! Your meaning eludes me!
 * Dwyer: I...
 * Ophelia: Yes, yes?
 * Dwyer: I think you're the most radiant flower in existence--alone in a wasteland.
 * Ophelia: You're scaring me, Dwyer. Just state it plainly. Please!
 * Dwyer: All right. I love you.
 * Ophelia: Ugh! Too plainly.
 * Dwyer: I'll try somewhere in the middle then, if you prefer.
 * Ophelia: No need. I understand, and I'm happy to hear it.
 * Dwyer: Really? That I love you?
 * Ophelia: Yes, because I have come to think of us...as two moons in the night, caught in a spiraling dance of destiny.
 * Dwyer: Er, what?
 * Ophelia: Dwyer! I can't bring myself tobe as plainspoken as you. But you must understand, right? You and I...
 * Dwyer: Say no more.
 * Ophelia: Then you realize that I too feel...
 * Dwyer: Why, yes. Yes, I do.

C Support

 * Soleil: Haaaah! HRAH!
 * Dwyer: Stop shouting. I'm trying to nap over here.
 * Soleil: Oh, gosh! I'm sorry; did I wake you up? I'll try to be quieter about my sword drills.
 * Dwyer: That'd be great.
 * Soleil: You know... napping is great and all, but why don't you practice with me? There's nothing like working up a good sweat!
 * Dwyer: Pass. My regular work is hard enough without exerting myself in my free time.
 * Soleil: So lazy, Dwyer! You'll never be a hit with the girls if you lounge around all day.
 * Dwyer: What business is it of yours?
 * Soleil: Whewwww... Maybe I should take a breather myself. Ugh... my clothes are soaked through with sweat. Well, that's an easy fix!
 * Dwyer: W-wait! Soleil! Don't change clothes here!
 * Soleil: Why not? I really want to get these gross clothes off now that I'm done training.
 * Dwyer: But... I'm right here. I'll... see...
 * Soleil: Oh, is that all? I don't care.
 * Dwyer: You should care! Because even if you don't, I do!
 * Soleil: Hahah! Hey, no one's forcing you to look!
 * Dwyer: That's... Well, that's technically true. Still, though...
 * Soleil: Suit yourself. I'll just go change over there instead.
 * Dwyer: Why am I feeling embarrassed when she's the one taking her clothes off in public...?

B Support

 * Soleil: Hmm... so I'm supposed to turn and step, not step and turn? But in that case... what do I do with my arms? Ugh, why does this have to be so hard?
 * Dwyer: Hm? Is that you, Soleil?
 * Soleil: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Dwyer! What are you doing here?! Did you see me just now?!
 * Dwyer: Settle down. What's got you so worked up anyway?
 * Soleil: Answer the question! Did you, or did you not, see me just now?
 * Dwyer: Yes, I saw you... spinning around in a circle, for some reason. Were you performing some sort of ritual?
 * Soleil: No! That was me practicing my dancing!
 * Dwyer: You're... serious? That was a dance? It looked like some kind of demon-summoning ritual to me.
 * Soleil: Shut up! That's why I practice in SECRET! *sigh* I can't believe you saw that. I could just about die of embarrassment...
 * Dwyer: You didn't care that I saw you change clothes, yet you're mortified by this?
 * Soleil: Well, YEAH! I'd much rather people see me in my undies than them see me try to dance!
 * Dwyer: I can't help but think the first scenario would be the more embarrassing one...
 * Soleil: I have zero sense of rhythm. Which is why I practice in private. You'd better own up to this, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: What?
 * Soleil: You know, for what you did!
 * Dwyer: Are you insinuating I was at fault for... whatever you're upset over?
 * Soleil: I'm upset that you were peeping on me and my terrible dancing!
 * Dwyer: Peeping?! Get over yourself! I just happened to walk by and --
 * Soleil: It doesn't matter how it happened! Just own up to it, OK? You have to help me practice now.
 * Dwyer: That doesn't sound like something I'd want to do.
 * Soleil: Oh, I think you'd regret not doing it. Especially after I tell everyone I caught you looking at me in a moment of weakness.
 * Dwyer: You wouldn't... Yes, you would. Fine. You leave me no choice.
 * Soleil: S-so you'll help?! Yay! Then let's get right to it!
 * Dwyer: Yes, let's. The sooner we get this over with, the better...

A Support

 * Dwyer: Ready, set... One and two, and one and two...
 * Soleil: Yes! Got it! Doing good so far!
 * Dwyer: Spin... Spin... And freeze!
 * Soleil: Spinning... and... TA-DA! *pant* *wheeze* Wh-What did you think? Am I getting better?
 * Dwyer: Yes... I could see some improvements.
 * Soleil: Yesss! I knew it! I could feel the rhythm in my feet that time.
 * Dwyer: Instead of summoning a demon, now it looks more like you're calling down rain.
 * Soleil: ... Is that really better?
 * Dwyer: Probably...?
 * Soleil: Ugh! Why did you say that like it's a question?! Eh, but getting mad at you won't fix anything. If I haven't improved, that's on me. Sorry... I just never seem to get any better at this. Even WITH all the time you take to help me practice.
 * Dwyer: Don't worry about it.
 * Soleil: But I'm still as bad as I was when we started. Isn't that frustrating for you? You can quit if you want. I'll understand.
 * Dwyer: I won't deny this is unbearably tedious. But even I wouldn't abandon a friend who's trying her hardest...
 * Soleil: Thanks, Dwyer. Also, sorry...
 * Dwyer: No need to apologize to me. You're trying to better yourself. Stick with it, and I'll stick with you.
 * Soleil: OK! I'll keep at it, then. I really might have given up if you hadn't said something, though!
 * Dwyer: Ready to get back to practice now?
 * Soleil: I will in just a minute. Gotta change into some less sweaty clothes first!
 * Dwyer: No! Stop! We've TALKED about this!
 * Soleil: Ahaha! Sorry, sorry! I'll be back in a minute!

S Support

 * Dwyer: One and two, one and two, and TURN!
 * Soleil: OK! One and two, three and four aaaand... turn! Whew...
 * Dwyer: You've been working hard. Here, have some cold tea.
 * Soleil: Thanks. So? How was my dancing?
 * Dwyer: I think it really... showed your unique personality...
 * Soleil: That's not an answer! Just come out and tell me what you thought.
 * Dwyer: It's less like a rain dance now and more like a pigeon's courtship dance...
 * Soleil: Ugh... that's not much of an improvement.
 * Dwyer: Don't be too hard on yourself. I think your determination in the face of failure is noble.
 * Soleil: Thanks for trying, but... I'd feel bettere if any of this practice seemed to be helping at all. *sigh* Guess I was just born with two left feet.
 * Dwyer: Nonsense. I'll stay and help you practice until you get good, if I must.
 * Soleil: Ahahaha! Better be careful what you promise. You might end up regretting it.
 * Dwyer: Why's that?
 * Soleil: Think about what youre saying. You'll stay to help me until I get good? You could be stuck watching me practice for the rest of your life.
 * Dwyer: Eh. If that's what it takes.
 * Soleil: ... Seriously?
 * Dwyer: Yeah. We're friends right? A real friend would do that for you.
 * Soleil: Wow. You're giving me a lot of credit. I don't know if I'd be that good a friend if the tables were turned.
 * Dwyer: Sure you would. I have total faith in you. We've been together this long, after all.
 * Soleil: I hope you're right... Heh. You know, whatever anyone else says, you have your moments Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: I do? Wait, what do other people say?
 * Soleil: Oh! But there's a problem. If I did get good at dancing, you wouldn't need to hang around anymore, huh?
 * Dwyer: ... You don't need to worry about that.
 * Soleil: Because I'll never get good?!
 * Dwyer: ...
 * Soleil: I was afraid of that...
 * Dwyer: Soleil! I was just kidding. Even when you learn to dance, I'll still stick by you.
 * Soleil: Oh! Well, that's a relief. Then let's get back to it! Watch closely, Dwyer -- here I go!

C Support
(Dwyer leaves)
 * Dwyer: All right, that's it for my chores. Someone else can do the rest. Now, to find a nice dark spot for a nap...
 * Nina: *in hiding* Hee hee! *stare*
 * Dwyer: Something's off. It feels like someone else is in here...
 * Nina: (Uh-oh... I think he can hear me...)
 * Dwyer: Oh, hey, Nina. Did you need something?
 * Nina: Gah!
 * Dwyer: Or, can you at least come up with a good lie as to why you're hiding in that barrel?
 * Nina: Shh! There is no Nina...
 * Dwyer: Nina! I know it's you. Get out of there and tell me what's going on.
 * Nina: I, uh, was just practicing being stealthy. You got a problem with that?
 * Dwyer: Meh, not really. I just want to nap. So, who are you stalking?
 * Nina: I'm not stalking anyone... Like I said, I'm just practicing.
 * Dwyer: Fine, forget I asked. See you later, Nina.
 * Nina: Dang. I thought my hiding spot was pretty good. Maybe I underestimated Dwyer... Well, this isn't over. Oh, if Dwyer only knew what I had in store for him... Hee hee!

B Support

 * Dwyer: All right, that's the last of the laundry. Finally. Maybe I'll brew a little tea.
 * Nina: *stare*
 * Dwyer: Would you care for a mug, Nina?
 * Nina: Ack! I can't believe you found me again.
 * Dwyer: I have a keen sense of space, and I can tell when I'm not alone. So, who are you stalking today? Don't tell me that I'm your intended target.
 * Nina: It's not stalking! And why would I be stalking you, anyway?
 * Dwyer: Whatever. So, would you like some tea or not?
 * Nina: *sigh* I suppose so.
 * Dwyer: Very well. Please, remove yourself from the wardrobe, and have a seat.
 * Nina: You're pretty talented, you know that, Dwyer? I think you deserve a raise. I mean, look at that laundry. How do you get it so white?
 * Dwyer: Eh, anyone can do that. It's simply a matter of following directions.
 * Nina: Well, I think it's fabulous. Have you ever thought of taking on an apprentice? Because I know a guy who might be interested. And he's really cute...
 * Dwyer: If my role in life is to be some kind of laundry master... Go ahead and run me through with a sword right now.
 * Nina: Geez, Dwyer! Lighten up a little bit, why don't you? I'm just trying to give you a compliment.
 * Dwyer: Sorry, I guess. Anyway, tea's ready. Drink it while it's hot.
 * Nina: Thanks. Gods... this tea is amazing! What'd you put in it?
 * Dwyer: Your voice sounded a little hoarse, so I added some cardamom and cinnamon.
 * Nina: That's really thoughtful, Dwyer! You're not such a bad boy after all.
 * Dwyer: Uh, thanks? But how'd you ever get the idea that I was a "bad boy"?
 * Nina: Oh, I've been stalking you for a while. I know allllll about you. URP! I mean... forget I said that.
 * Dwyer: Heh...

A Support

 * Dwyer: Ugh...
 * Nina: What's the matter, Dwyer?
 * Dwyer: Nina? Gods. For the first time, you got the drop on me. I wasn't expecting you to pop out of that crate.
 * Nina: Yeah, well... never mind that. I've been watching you all day, and you really seem out of sorts.
 * Dwyer: Watching me... ALL DAY? Argh... You know what? I don't even care. Watch me all you want. And yeah, you could say I'm a bit out of sorts. I kind of messed something up.
 * Nina: Messed up? What happened?
 * Dwyer: I don't want to talk about it.
 * Nina: All right, I won't force you. But if you ask me, it's really not a big deal...
 * Dwyer: How can you say that? You don't know what I did. Or... do you? You do, don't you?
 * Nina: Let's not worry about that right now. We're talking about YOU, not ME! And you, Dwyer, are really something else. I've been watching you enough to know!
 * Dwyer: I suppose this is my life now... Some kind of creature on display in a zoo...
 * Nina: Oh, please. You're being melodramatic. Look, I've taken an interest in you because you're a great person. You have the strength and skills to do anything in life. So cheer up, Dwyer! Your father will forgive you for accidentally napping on the job. Er... or for whatever it is you've done. That just seem like something you'd do.
 * Dwyer: If you say so.
 * Nina: That's the spirit. I want to see the peppy, outgoing Dwyer we all know and love!
 * Dwyer: What in the devil are you talking about? When have you EVER seen that Dwyer? And furthermore, why do you continue stalking me?
 * Nina: Don't call it stalking! But seriously, I have seen you singing in the bath. It's charming, really. And your voice is so lovely. In fact, there's someone I'd like to introduce you to. He's the head of the local choir in town. He makes a cracking cup of tea, just like you.
 * Dwyer: Well, I don't know about that, but thank you for all the compliments you've paid me. I'm unusually happy for someone who just found out his bath time is regularly stalked.
 * Nina: Hee hee! I'll take that as a maybe. Things are getting exciting...
 * Dwyer: They are?

S Support

 * Dwyer: Yes... these look nice.
 * Nina: Hey, Dwyer.
 * Dwyer: Gah! I thought I'd finally lost you this time. What are you doing here?
 * Nina: I was stalk -- I mean, I was people-watching you, of course.
 * Dwyer: Right. Well, I'm surprised I didn't notice you. You've upped your game.
 * Nina: Thanks! So, what are you doing with those flowers?
 * Dwyer: Oh, um...
 * Nina: Are they for a girl?
 * Dwyer: I can't keep a single secret from you, can I?
 * Nina: Hee hee! So who are they for?
 * Dwyer: Well...
 * Nina: Was it that girl who asked you to repair her blouse? She seemed nice. Or was it the tea merchant you chatted with at the market? I didn't like her.
 * Dwyer: Nina... I don't know what to say. You've caught me completely by surprise.
 * Nina: I'm sorry. I didn't really think about how my spying could affect you. I was just so caught up in this weird little fantasy... but that's become secondary. Dwyer... I kind of like you.
 * Dwyer: You... you do?
 * Nina: Yes. I've fallen for your quiet dignity, your kindness... and your dry wit. But... now you're going to give some lucky girl those flowers, and...
 * Dwyer: Nina, these flowers were for you.
 * Nina: Oh my gosh.
 * Dwyer: You've been watching me for so long now. You might as well step out of the shadows and stand side by side with me.
 * Nina: Dwyer... I'm speechless.
 * Dwyer: Nina, will you accept these flowers?
 * Nina: Of course! But... why me? Haven't I been annoying you with all the spying?
 * Dwyer: Ha. Do you really not understand your own charms?
 * Nina: How could I? I can't spy on myself!
 * Dwyer: Uh... never mind.
 * Nina: Wait, are you taking back the flowers? Noooooo!
 * Dwyer: No, of course not. Tell you what. I'll begin spying on YOU, and then I'll give you a full report. Then perhaps you'll see what makes you so attractive.
 * Nina: Hee hee! Deal.