A Man for Flowers/Script

Opening Dialogue

 * Avatar: *Huff, huff* Why do mountains... have to... be so steep?


 * Olivia: Here. Have some water.


 * Avatar: Thank you, Olivia. You're a lifesaver.


 * Olivia: Oh, hardly. I just flail around and pretend to dance, mostly. Anyway, I've started looking for new ways to be useful.


 * Avatar: Your dancing is spectacular! It never fails to pick me up.


 * Olivia: Ha! I dance like a ham someone rolled down the stairs. Just thinking of people watching me makes me cringe...


 * Chrom: We're near the bandit's camp, Avatar. They've ravaged surrounding towns with impunity for too long. It ends today.


 * Avatar: Right.

The scene transitions to Inigo and a brigand.''


 * Inigo: Not today, rouge!


 * Brigand: Nraugh!


 * Inigo: All safe now, buttercup.


 * Maiden: I-Inigo?!


 * Inigo: The crying part is over, love. Now give us a smile. And perhaps a wink if a fellow can be greedy?


 * Maiden: Inigo, you stupid fool! That bandit you slew has---


 * Inigo: Dozens of friends who will be terribly cross with me? Aye. Worry not! I'll mop up the lot of them and be back in time for tea.


 * Maiden: You mustn't! They'll kill you!


 * Inigo: Ho ho! Don't be silly. I'd never let anyone ruin this perfect face. Surely you want them gone as well, yes? So that you may rebuild in peace?


 * Maiden: Of course, but...


 * Inigo: Then let us have no more frowns! A smile like yours is not a treasure to be locked in the king's dungeons! I'll meet you in town once I've sorted those pesky bandits. Perhaps then we can discuss my... reward. Ho ho!

Pre-Battle Dialogue

 * Chrom: Their hold is just ahead. It should be... Wait, what's that? Gods, that man is fighting them alone. Come, let's lend him a hand!

Recruited by Olivia
Olivia: Are... Are you all right?

Inigo: ...GYAAARRGH!

Olivia: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! Wh-what's wrong?!

Inigo: S-sorry! ...Sorry. You just surprised me.

Olivia: I'd say we're even on that count!

Inigo: I shouldn't have shouted, but... Er, yes. Can we please start over? ...Ahem! It was your ravishing beauty that caught me so off guard, milady!

Olivia: I don't quite know how to reply to that.

Inigo: Er, please don't look at me so...intently. It makes me terribly bashful.

Olivia: What?! W-wait! Don't go! Drat he's gone. He totally stole my line, too. Still it's weird, I didn't have a problem talking to him. Maybe his shyness countered my own?

Inigo: Well, then. I should think five kills would be enough to impress a simple village girl. Though six might earn me a sweet kiss... Hmmm... That IS tempting.

Recruited by Chrom
Chrom: You all right?

Inigo: Me? Hah! It takes more than that to wound a rogue this charming! Now then, who are you? Not an enemy, it seems?

Chrom: I'm Chrom, leader of the Shepherds. We came to deal with bandits, so it appears our purpose is shared.

Inigo: Chrom?! Then you're Lucina's...

Chrom: What's that?

Inigo: ......

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Chrom: What?

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Inigo: P-please don't stare at me like that. I get so...terribly shy.

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Chrom: Aren't you the one who's been staring at me? And why did that line seem so familiar?

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Inigo: Er, but yes! We share a common foe, and I'm grateful for the help. Can I trust you to defend this place?

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Chrom: I don't know. What are you planning?

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Inigo: I aim to crush the rascals who make trouble for the village, naturally! And once the lot of them are sorted, it's off to tea with a beauty of the fields. Heh heh heh... Right then! If that's decided, I'll be on my way. Put the kettle on, snookums! I won't be long now!

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Chrom: He's nothing if not eager...

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Inigo: Well, then. I should think five kills would be enough to impress a simple village girl. Though six might earn me a sweet kiss... Hmmm... That IS tempting.

Recruited by Chrom (as father)
<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Chrom: You all right?

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Inigo: Me? Hah! It takes more then that to wound a rogue this charming! Now then, who are you? Not an enemy, it seems.

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Chrom: I'm Chrom, leader of the Shepherds. We came to deal with the bandits, so it appears our purpose is shared.

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Inigo: Chrom?! Then you...You're my father.

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Chrom: What? You, too?!

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Inigo: Then you've already met Lucina?!

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Chrom: Yes, she's with us now.

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Inigo: Oh, good. She was so terribly eager to see you! Ah, but forgive me. I still haven't introduced myself. I am Inigo, Lucina's younger brother and a crown prince of Ylisse myself. If you need further proof, I bear a Brand in the opposite eye as Lucina.

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Chrom: Hmm...Yep. That's a Brand all right.

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Inigo: Um, could I ask you to stop staring now? I get a bit...bashful.

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Chrom: Ah, right. Sorry.

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Inigo: Aha ha! Not to worry. Now, then. It's back into the fray with me, Father. Then it's off for tea with a farm girl! ...And perhaps a bit more. Don't wait up! Aha ha ha!

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Chrom: Oh gods. I raised a philanderer. ...Well, he seems content enough. Heh. A son. Who knew?

<p style="line-height:inherit;margin-left:24px;">Inigo: Well, then. I should think five kills would be enough to impress a simple village girl. Though six might earn me a sweet kiss... Hmm... That IS tempting...

Battle Dialogue

 * Jamil: (upon being challenged) All who defy the will of Grima will be purged in the flames of destruction!


 * Jamil: (upon being defeated) Lord Grima... Rain down...retribution...

Post-Battle Dialoge

 * Chrom: That's the last of the bandits. The hold is reclaimed.


 * Frederick: The villagers will sleep better for our good works, milord.

If Inigo defeats any enemies


 * Maiden: I can't begin to thank you, good sir.


 * Chrom: Actually, Inigo did most of the heavy lifting on this one.


 * Maiden: He is so terribly brave... Part of me wishes I could have been there to witness it. Er, but yes. Please accept this gift from all the villagers.


 * Chrom: Your kindness flatters me. If bandits ever trouble you again, you need but call and we'll come running. Rebuilding a town is hard work, but I trust you'll be just fine.


 * Maiden: We'll do our best!

Scene transitions to Inigo and Olivia.


 * Inigo: Um... Olivia? Might I have a moment?


 * Olivia: Wh-what? With me? Why?! ...Wait how did you know my name?


 * Inigo: A little bird tweeted it out. So is that a yes?


 * Olivia: Um, all right, I guess.


 * Inigo: ...Er, yes. You see... What I mean to say is... Goodness, this is much harder than chatting up other girls I've met. I suppose it would be quickest to just show you this...


 * Olivia: M-my ring? But... I'm wearing it! How did you...?


 * Inigo: Indeed. How does Inigo have your ring when there is only one in all the world? Unless it IS your ring and I brought it back from the future!


 * Olivia: What? You mean like Lucina...?


 * Inigo: Exactly. I knew my mother was a dancer you see. So I've been scouring the land looking for all the dancers I could find. Not the worst job in the world, mind. Heh heh heh... But now I've finally found you Mother! And my dancing is all the better for it!


 * Olivia: Oh! You dance?


 * Inigo: Er sort of, yes. That is to say, I try my best. But some people don't appreciate male dancers. Not that I care! I'm content to just shake my hips for the ladies.


 * Olivia: Oh, don't listen to them! I think it's wounderful. I'd... love to watch you dance sometime.


 * Inigo: N-no! Impossible! I'd be far too embarrassed for that! Besides, I'd rather watch you dance.


 * Olivia: What?! N-no! I couldn't possibly!


 * Inigo: I'm shyer than you are, Mother!


 * Olivia: You are not!


 * Inigo: ......


 * Olivia: ......


 * Chrom: Would you two stop it already? Now I'm the one who's getting embarrassed...

Scene transitions to Inigo.


 * Inigo: At last, teatime has arrived!


 * Chrom: We're leaving, Inigo.


 * Inigo: What, right now? B-but... teatime!


 * Chrom: War is hell, Inigo. Now come with us or be left behind.


 * Inigo: Fine, fine! I'm coming. ...I suppose there'll be more buttercups blooming along the road ahead.