Harvest Scramble/Script

Opening Dialogue

 * Frederick: Well, milord, here we are. This must be the place. Hmm? Look at all the people in the streets. And these decorations... It seems we've arrived amidst a festival of some sort.
 * Chrom: Looks that way, doesn't it? At least the town is secure. Perhaps we might forget our troubles for a day and join in the festivities?
 * Lissa: You mean it? I love festivals! Come on! What are we waiting for?
 * Chrom: Um, Lissa? Where did you get that hat?
 * Lissa: The nice man with the funny sideburns gave it to me! Pretty cool, huh?
 * Chrom: ...Funny sideburns?
 * Vincent: Well, hiya there! Welcome to our humble little village, okay? It's not every day we get guests from another world, dont'tcha know.
 * Chrom: Huh?! I know you! You're—
 * VIncent: The captain of the village cheer brigade, yessiree!
 * Chrom: Hmm... You do seem quite...cheerful...
 * Vincent: Well, of COURSE I do, Silly Billy! Our annual harvest fair just started! Singing, dancing—we're all just havin' a gay ol' time here, don'tcha know! ...What? Why are you staring like that? ...Is my wee little party hat crooked?
 * Chrom: N-no, it's just...uh... *Ahem* So! A harvest festival, you say?
 * Vincent: Oh yeah, you betcha! We got all kinds of fresh produce, plus games and prizes and fun at every stall! Take a gander for yourself— Oh, and don't forget to bring a friend! They say the fair has a special magic that brings folks closer together, ya know. There's so much to do and see and talk about! Oh, sooo much to talk about! You start chatting, and it's just blah-blah-blah this and blah-blah-blah that... Blah-blah-blah the other one and blah-blah-blah don'tcha know and... Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah! It's THAT much fun! People won't shut up!
 * Frederick: *Ahem* Yes, I believe I see your point... Nevertheless, it seems a worthy endeavor to strengthen the ties between our troops. I shall inform the others.
 * Lissa: Ooh, I wonder who I should invite! Maybe Maribelle? Hey, mister, who are you taking?
 * Vincent: Me? Why, I'm glad you asked! He should be here any second... Oh! There he is. ...Victor!
 * Victor: Vincent! Oh, Vincent! It's just terrible! Horrible! Awful, don'tcha know!
 * Vincent: What's wrong, Victor? Where's your party hat?! And your face—You look like you've seen a ghost!
 * Victor: I think I have, Vincent! Or a zombie at least. Monsters have invaded the village! They're shambling all over the square and being all moany and just spoiling everything!
 * Chrom: What?! Monsters?
 * Frederick: So much for forgetting our troubles...
 * Chrom: It can't be helped. If the village is in trouble, we have to lend a hand. Vincent, Victor—lead the way. We'll do all we can to help defend—
 * Vincent: Oh, Victor, you poor thing! Are you sure you're all right?
 * Victor: Just peach, Vincent—not a scratch! But awww, that's just so sweat of ya to worry about me!
 * Chrom: Er, hello? Did you just hear me? We're soldiers. My army can protect you from—
 * Vincent: Well, of course I was worried, Silly Billy! And I still am—let's getcha outta here! I say we run home, luck the doors and bar the windows, and wait for this to blow over.
 * Victor: Good idea, Vincent! You're just sharp as a tack, ain'tcha? But don't worry—whatever happens, I'll protect ya, okay?
 * Chrom: ...Uh, guys?
 * Vincent: Aw, thanks, Victor! And I'll protect you too!
 * Victor: Aw, Vincent, you're a peach! We make such a great team, don'tcha know!
 * Vincent: Yessiree! We faced that crisis head on, and together we made it through!
 * Chrom: No, you did not! The crisis is just starting, and you're planning to run!
 * Vincent: Huh? ...Oh! You're still there? You'd best be running too, don'tcha know! This is no place for a bunch of scrawny tourists, nosiree! Ta-ta now!
 * Chrom: ...T-tourists?! Rrgh... Well, I guess it's up to us "tourists" to save their cheery backsides... Lissa, Frederick—rally the others!
 * Lissa: Does this mean we can still go to the fair? Yay!
 * Frederick: ......
 * Chrom: Frederick? What is it?
 * Frederick: Those two men...
 * Chrom: Oh, that? Heh, I know they came off as rude, but I'm certain it wasn't intention—
 * Frederick: N-no. It's just... Their concern for one another... Such dedication... It's...so inspiring...
 * Chrom: Excuse me?!
 * Frederick: Would that we all could demonstrate such compassion for our fellow man...
 * Chrom: Well, er, yes... I suppose that's one way of looking at it.... But you do realize that—
 * Frederick: Milord, wait! *sniff* I have something to say!
 * Chrom: Oh, gods...
 * Frederick: From this day forward, let us, too, share such a relationship! I will be your Vincent, milord, and you, my Victor!
 * Chrom: Would you just grab a lance and start killing things? That's an order!

W/ Frederick

 * Frederick: *Huff, huff* Milord! Over here!
 * Chrom:  What in the world, Frederick? You're panting like an asthmatic dog.
 * Frederick: Sir, something of grave importance has come to my attention. Something connected with a certain famous feature of the town.
 * Chrom:  Grave importance? Do tell.
 * Frederick:  There is a renowned legend associated with the fountain in the plaza. Have you perchance heard of it?
 * Chrom:  Er, no.
 * Frederick:  No matter. I shall explain it to you. Please come with me, sir.
 * Chrom:  H-hey, stop yanking on my arm. What legend are you talking about?
 * Frederick:  If two people toss a coin into the fountain at the same time... they'll be bound by a powerful affection that will last until death do them part.
 * Chrom:  Till death do them part?! Now, w-wait a second!
 * Frederick:  Come, sir! We cannot let this opportunity pass us by. The fountain is this way. And don't worry—I've a purse full of coins!
 * Chrom:  Frederick, will you slow down?! This legend—surely it's meant for lovers? You know, young men and women hoping for a long and happy marriage?
 * Frederick:  Heavens forbid! Marriage is a union of equals! A couple on the same footing! You and I are not equals! How could it possibly be the same thing?!
 * Chrom:  Er, that's not what I meant...
 * Frederick:  Milord, this fountain will strengthen the bonds of servitude! Liege and vassal, lord and servant, king and subject... To serve you for life is my dream! ...And I want us to be closer than anyone—including that pair we just met!
 * Chrom:  Ahh, now I see... So this is about those two, is it? Look, I know you can't stand losing, but sometimes you take things a bit too far. Besides, we have more pressing matters to attend to at the moment... You know, like the pack of monsters that are threatening this town?
 * (Chrom leaves)
 * Frederick: But, wait! My liege! Please, just one little toss of a coin! I assure you it won't take that long! Milord, where are you going?!

W/ Frederick

 * Virion: Finally, a quiet moment to myself to forget my cares and soothe my soul...
 * Frederick: Virion, what in the world are you doing?!
 * Virion: Why, I'm sipping tea, of course. What of it?
 * Frederick: In the middle of a battlefield? This is neither the time nor the place, sir!
 * Virion: Oh, shush now. We nobles bear many a heavy burden, you know. This delightful ritual of civilization gives me strength to fulfill my arduous duties! Indeed, you look a bit frayed yourself. Why not have a seat and join me?
 * Frederick: Er, well, I WAS feeling somewhat parched... I suppose one small cup couldn't hurt. *Sniff* Ah... An herbal mix, yes? From the plantations of Ferox, if I'm not mistaken. ...I consider myself something of a tea connoisseur, if I may be so bold.
 * Virion: Truly amazing. Inspiring, even!
 * Frederick: ...Beg pardon?
 * Virion: I was just thinking about what an abundantly gifted knight you are.
 * Frederick: Why, thank you.
 * Virion: Such breeding--to be able to identify the source of a tea with a single sniff! I'm flabbergasted! Wonder-struck! Overcome with joy!
 * Frederick: Er, yes. Well, I'm not sure it's quite that big a deal, but--
 * Virion: That settles it. I must have you as my own! House Virion demands the very best. And you, sir, will make a superb addition to my retinue of vassals!
 * Frederick: Are you headhunting me, sir?
 * Virion: Well, yes, I suppose I am. Metaphorically, of course, hah! One day, when this war is over, my domains will prosper again... And when they do, you WILL serve me--at double your current pay!
 * Frederick: A most generous offer, sir, but you ask the impossible. I'm afraid I must refuse.
 * Virion: Refuse?! But why?
 * Frederick: For generations, my family has served the royal family of Ylisse exclusively.
 * Virion: Exclusively?
 * Frederick: Exclusively.
 * Virion: To hear it twice stings my very soul... But the past is past, and you must consider your future! Still, I see you shall not be easily persuaded... Very well then. We shall speak more of this later. But rest assured, I shall not give up so easily! When it comes to wooing, my title Virion the Tenacious is well earned!
 * Frederick: Woo me as you may. I can assure you my answer will remain unchanged...

W/ Chrom

 * Vaike: Well, if it isn't Chrom. Just the prince I was hopin' to walk up and talk to!
 * Chrom: Er, right. What's up, Vaike? Usually when you look this excited, it means you want to spar. But really, I don't think this is the time or place for-
 * Vaike: Rebuffed again? Aw, I even spit-shined my breastplate and everything! ...Wait, what am I talkin' about? Teach ain't lookin' to spar! No, sir. Actually, Teach is here to file a complaint!
 * Chrom: Is that...so.
 * Vaike: Look, you're a good ally. I'll concede that. Handy with a sword, everyone trusts ya... Granted, when it comes to rugged good looks, ol' Vaike has ya beat, but...
 * Chrom: Rugged good looks...?
 * Vaike: But with everything else, you always come out on top. And that's my problem! I'm tired of standin' in your shadow! What gives? It didn't used to be like this. We used to be like equals, you and me!
 * Chrom: ...Honestly, Vaike, I don't think anything has changed at all. Are you sure this isn't just all in your head?
 * Vaike: In my head?! Oh, I see—so now not only am I second fiddle, I'm crazy too! W-well, if we're gonna start hurlin' insults. Teach can give as good as he gets!
 * Chrom: ...... Look. We're in the middle of a battle. Can we discuss this later?
 * (Chrom leaves)
 * Vaike: Hey! Where ya goin'?! Come back here! The Vaike's not done talkin'! *Sigh* One of these days, that man will show me the proper respect...

W/ Sully

 * Sully: Hey there, Sumia. What a waste of a perfectly good fair, eh? Let's clear these shambling corpses out so we can get back to the party!
 * Sumia: I know! I bet everyone's dying for the festivities to start again!
 * Sully: Say, check out that banner over there. "Something, something...best looking villager...something...beauty pageant." Huh. This fair's got everything.
 * Sumia: "Looking for attractive contestants...male and female...and...and..." ...OH!
 * Sully: What's it say? I can't read that bit. The writing's too damn small.
 * Sumia: It says there's a beauty contest for women....dressed in men's clothes!
 * Sully: Ha! Sure it does. Now you're just yankin' my chain.
 * Sumia: No, I'm serious! It's quite clear. "Women dressed as men," it says.
 * Sully: What the hell kinda contest is that?
 * Sumia: I don't know, but I totally think you should enter!
 * Sully: M-me? In a beauty contest?! Har! You been hittin' the mead or what?
 * Sumia: But you look so good in men's clothing! Nearly everyone says so. And I mean, you already kind of talk like a man, right? I bet you'd do really well!
 * Sully: Look, maybe I swear too much for polite society, but dammit, I—
 * Sumia: Okay, well never mind about your potty mouth. But still...you should consider it. Women dressing up like men is a long-standing and noble tradition, you know. It's from an elegant, seductive world that transcends the boundaries of gender itself!
 * Sully: You sure as hell seem to know a lot about it.
 * Sumia: ...Which is why the more I think about it, the more I know you just HAVE to enter!
 * Sully: Forget it!
 * Sumia: Don't worry, I can handle the details. I'll be your manager, hee hee! Okay, first things first: we need to find you the perfect outfit...
 * (Sumia leaves)
 * Sully: H-hey! Wait up, Sumia! I didn't agree to this, damn you!

W/ Cordelia

 * Cordelia: Sumia? Can I have a word?
 * Sumia: Oh, hey, Cordelia. What's up?
 * Cordelia: What's up? More like what's down. As in, all over the ground. When you were hauling supplies earlier, you dropped and smashed a crate, didn't you?
 * Sumia: Oh, that. Er, yeah, sort of...
 * Cordelia: You do realize this is an army, right? We can't afford to lose precious military supplies on account of ridiculous accidents. ...I also happen to know it was YOU who knocked all those spears over yesterday.
 * Sumia: Oh, you saw that too, huh... I'm SO sorry. I was just trying to—
 * Cordelia: I'm not finished! You also filled the pegasus feed bags with pebbles, did you not? And—I don't know how you did this—you spilled fig oil over the entire armory!
 * Sumia: ARGH, I'm really sorry! The pebble thing was a total accident! I can explain—
 * Cordelia: I don't need apologies or excuses! You must understand this is war. Even a small mistake can wind up costing someone's life on the battlefield! When that happens, are you going to say sorry to their corpse?
 * Sumia: I-I know, Cordelia... I know I shouldn't be so clumsy. I try SO hard all the time, but stuff just...*sob*...keeps happening... WAAAAH!
 * (Sumia leaves)
 * Cordelia: Sumia, wait! Don't run off! Drat. She looked really upset. Maybe I was too hard on her...

W/ Stahl

 * Donnel: Dancin' donkeys, but this fair ain't somethin' else!
 * Stahl: Donny? What are you doing standing there, mouth agape?
 * Donnel: I was just thinkin' how grand and colorful everythin' looks! I mean, we had our own fairs back in the village, but they weren't nothin' like this! Let's hurry up and finish whuppin' these Risen so we's can have some fun!
 * Stahl: Are fairs really that exciting? I haven't been to many, honestly.
 * Donnel: That so? Now, that there's a cryin' shame, if you don't mind me sayin'. Why, a good fair's just about the best darn thing in the whole wide world! You couldn't drag me away from a fair with a pair of shire horses!
 * Stahl: Hah! I bet I know why too. The REAL reason you like fairs...
 * Donnel: Wh-what do ya mean?
 * Stahl: They offer...opportunities, shall we say? To the dapper young village lad? What better place to meet a young maid, dance a jig...and mayhap more? The promise of love and romance—therein lies the charm. Am I right?
 * Donnel: Gosh, n-no! I ain't never thought anythin' like that! Not one bit!
 * Stahl: Are you sure?
 * Donnel: Er...well, maybe a mite. I mean, a lot of guys and gals go in for the dancin'... But I wasn't never much one of it. Had me two left feet, they used to tell me. Wasn't that I was clumsy or nothin', though. It's just...there was this one time... See, there was this paint pail and a piglet...and sweet Betty from down the lane... Well, let's just say it was mighty embarrassin'. Put me off dancin' for good!
 * Stahl: Oh ho! A young man with a checkered past! Tell me more!
 * Donnel: N-no way! I already done told ya more'n ya need to know! 'Sides, I'm tired'a talkin' 'bout me. How's about you?
 * Stahl: How's about me what?
 * Donnel: Ya know! Girls! I wager you got lots of fine lady memories.
 * Stahl: Who, me? Oh, ha ha, no, I—
 * Donnel: I mean, a fella as good lookin' and charmin' and everythin' as you? I bet YOUR past ain't embarrassin' at all! I wanna hear all about it!
 * Stahl: O-oh, would you look at the time? Sorry, Donny—gotta run!
 * (Stahl leaves)
 * Donnel: Hey, Stahl! Wait up! Dang. Now why'd he run off like that? I bet he's got some great yarns to spin...

W/ Vaike

 * Vaike: Ogre's teeth! It's a veritable Festival of the Undead out here, eh? Whaddya say, Lon'qu? Let's light some fireworks and clean this mess up!
 * Lon'qu: Hush. I'm observing our foes. Your mindless chatter is distracting.
 * Vaike: Pfft. Fiiine, Lord Serious. Have it your way. But take it from ol' Teach... Standin' there all day with your shoulders all knotted is just gonna wear ya out. Sometimes ya gotta relax and learn to let your hair down! In fact, once we've taken care of business here, I'm gonna show ya how. We'll jump into this fair and have a whale of a time. Sound good?
 * Lon'qu: No. I am only interested in pursuits that will make me stronger.
 * Vaike: Look, the Vaike's makin' an effort here- least ya could do is meet me halfway. Ya keep brushin' people off like this, and eventually no one's gonna like ya! Speakin' of brushin' off, I hear ya have a hard time treatin' with ladyfolk. Course, it's just a daft rumor, and I'm sure there's not a grain of truth to it. A good-lookin' warrior like you goin' all knock-kneed at the sight of a lass? Hah! Sounds absurd to me!
 * Lon'qu: I don't expect you to understand me, nor do I care if you do.
 * Vaike: Wait, so yer sayin' there's some truth to it? You're an odd fish, that's for sure. ...But damn if this thing about women ain't gnawin' at my skull. It makes no sense—unless, maybe, you were scarred by some bad experience? Is that it? True love did you wrong? She dump ya for the local noble lad?
 * Lon'qu: Not at all.
 * Vaike: Then what's the problem? Ya gotta tell ol' Vaike!
 * Lon'qu: Will you PLEASE go away?
 * Vaike: Must be one hell of a secret, if yer so determined to stay mum about it... WAAAIT A MINUTE. I get it now. Har! Why didn't ya jusy say so? That ain't nothin' to be ashamed of! You should be proud that yer into—
 * Lon'qu: SILENCE! The last thing I need is you making up nonsensical theories of your own. Fine. I shall tell you the whole story. It's a sad tale, one I do not like to share, but... If it means shutting you up, then so be it. *Ahem* It all began—
 * Vaike: Say no more, my mysterious friend! The Vaike understands! I gotta go share the news with everyone... I finally figured out Lon'qu's big secret!
 * (Vaike leaves)
 * Lon'qu: Wh-what?! What have you figured out?! Come back here, damn you! I haven't told you anything yet, you infuriating knave!

W/ Gregor

 * Lon'qu: *Sigh*
 * Gregor: Oy! Lon'qu, my friend. Why are you making with long face. This is festival, place of joy and fun. You should be making with festive face!
 * Lon'qu: I hate festivals.
 * Gregor: Hate festivals?! Never before has Gregor heard such extraordinary claim!
 * Lon'qu: I'm not much for noise and clamor. I prefer quiet.
 * Gregor: But clamor is whole point! Without clamor, festival is like any other day. Boring!
 * Lon'qu: When this thing reopens, the plaza will be crawling with people again. The thought alone makes my head hurt.
 * Gregor: You are hating this much, eh?
 * Lon'qu: I don't even understand why we bothered coming here.
 * Gregor: Ha! But here we are, so is like spilled milk under fridge, yes? We should enjoy rare opportunity in strange otherworld place!
 * Lon'qu: Enjoy? More like preserve. I'll find no pleasure here.
 * Gregor: Oy! Why is butt always clenching so tight? Having fun is important life experience!
 * Lon'qu: Life experience?
 * Gregor: Yes! Gregor thinks you are living the very one-dimensional lifestyle. Every day, you train, you fight, you stab people... You must become more well-rounded person. Like Gregor! Basilio sent you out in world to discover new things and broaden the horizons, yes? So you must be letting down hair and joining in fun. Is your duty!
 * Lon'qu: Hmm... Broaden my horizons, huh. ...Very well. I shall join the festival—no matter how painful it proves to be.

W/ Henry

 * Henry: Hey-o, Ricken. Question: Are you interested in dark magic?
 * Ricken: Um, I'm not sure. Why?
 * Henry: Well, you're always trying to improve yourself, right? To be a better mage? If so, then you should learn about ALL kinds of magic, including the dark arts!
 * Ricken: Hmm. I don't know... I'm an elemental kind of guy. Always have been. Fire, Wind, Thunder—magic like that just works for me. I can trust it.
 * Henry: Nya ha! That's because you don't know all the good things about dark magic!
 * Ricken: That's true—I don't. In fact, I kind of assumed there WERE no good things.
 * Henry: What?! Blasphemy! There are good sides to everything! Even if said things just so happen to have the word "dark" in them.
 * Ricken: Er, right. Yeah. Of course... Sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful.
 * Henry: Nya ha ha! It's okay. I mean, it's not like I'm aware of dark magic's fearsome reputation.
 * Ricken: So why don't you tell me then? The good things, I mean.
 * Henry: Well, for one, dark magic feels really good!
 * Ricken: ...It feels good?
 * Henry: Yeah! Like when you push your body to the limit to amass dark power. It's like if you buy something really, really expensive. Ever done that? Parting with all that coin is tough, and you feel guilty afterward... But at the same time, you end up with this amazing new thing you wanted! And that feels really good, you know? Dark magic is like that.
 * Ricken: Er, oh-kaaay?
 * Henry: Yeah. And it gets even better. With the dark arts, everything's painted black. Good stuff, bad stuff, it doesn't matter—and that makes you feel super powerful! Plus, when you defeat an enemy, the feeling is like nothing else. You really should give it a whirl—I know if anyone can appreciate it, it's you!
 * Ricken: That's awful nice of you to say, but really, I just don't think—
 * Henry: Plus, the best thing is, if you master the dark arts... You'll totally start looking like an adult instead of some twerpy little kid!
 * Ricken: WHOA! R-REALLY?! An adult? ...Me? Hmm. Now that you mention it, the dark arts ARE very grown up... Fair enough, Henry. You've got me thinking about it in earnest now!

W/ Lissa

 * Maribelle: This simply will not do! It's always "Oh, Lissa!" this, and "Please, Lissa!" that. Don't these people realize that my poor darling is NOT their personal servant? Her bright, vivacious character lifts spirits and boosts morale... She tends to the sick and cures the ills... My dear Lissa is a veritable angel of mercy!
 * Lissa: Hey, Maribelle! What's going on?
 * Maribelle: Lissa! Darling! I was just— Goodness. What in the name of the gods are you wearing on your head?
 * Lissa: Oh, this old thing? One of the villagers gave it to me earlier! Isn't it just adorable? It suits me to a tee, don't you think?
 * Maribelle: Everything looks good on you, darling. ...Even that.
 * Lissa: Aww, thanks! You know, if you like it, I can get you one too—they had lots to spare!
 * Maribelle: Oh, gods, n— Um, that is...thank you for the kind offer, but I must politely decline. By the way, I couldn't help but notice all those people crowded around you just now. What did they want? They weren't asking anything...peculiar to you, were they?
 * Lissa: Peculiar? Gosh, no! They're my friends! They wouldn't do anything weird!
 * Maribelle: Hm. I wish I could have as much faith in them as you, darling.
 * Lissa: You know, Maribelle, I've noticed something about you. You're awfully hard on other people, but you've always been very kind to me...
 * Maribelle: I'm a noble, dear. I was raised to honor and respect my equals.
 * Lissa: Um, sure...but were you raised to be mean to everybody else?
 * Maribelle: It's not about being mean. It's about not wanting others to take advantage of you. Every time you and I have some quiet time together, someone interrupts. There's always someone asking something of you. Why can they not leave us be?
 * Lissa: Oh, Maribelle... I wish you'd make more of an effort to let other people in. I mean, you know the old saying, right? Two's company, but three's even BETTER company!
 * Maribelle: Hogwash! You are MINE and mine alone, and I am SICK and tired of sharing you!
 * Lissa: Whoa. Are you alright, Maribelle?
 * Maribelle: Oh, gods. Did I say that out loud? Forgive me...
 * (Maribelle leaves)
 * Lissa: Maribelle, wait—! ...Aaaand she's gone. I wonder what got into her all of a sudden? Gosh, I hope it wasn't the hat! It is a bit out there...

W/ Olivia

 * Maribelle: Ah, Olivia. I was hoping to run into you. There is something we need to discuss.
 * Olivia: Uh oh... I mean, um, really? What is it?
 * Maribelle: It concerns your table manners—specifically, the way you use your fork. You brandish it like a battle-axe. It is most uncouth. I've also noticed that you arrange your cutlery in quite the wrong order.
 * Olivia: Um, I do? To be honest, I didn't know there was an order. Hah...
 * Maribelle: Then there is the matter of the manner in which you left your seat yesterday evening. The racket when you scraped your chair across the floor was most unladylike!
 * Olivia: I-I can explain that one! Somebody asked me to dance, so I was in a hurry and—
 * Maribelle: *Sigh* I suppose there's nothing else for it. We simply cannot have you sullying this army's reputation any longer. I will shoulder the burden of instructing you in the etiquette of the noblewoman. Though the task be daunting—nay, immense—I shall make you respectable!
 * Olivia: Gosh, Maribelle... Are my manners really that bad? I mean, I appreciate the offer to teach me about forks and plates and things... But I'm so busy with dance practice, I don't have a lot of spare time...
 * Maribelle: Why, my dear girl—our lessons will complement your training perfectly! Manners are about moving with grace and style, after all. Is this not the very essence of dance?
 * Olivia: Hmm... I never thought of it like that before. But now you mention it, I suppose it does makes a little sense...
 * Maribelle: "A little sense"?! It makes perfect sense, darling! In any case, I shan't take no for an answer. You WILL be my pupil! Do I make myself clear?
 * Olivia: Er...yes, ma'am. Crystal clear...

W/ Olivia

 * Olivia: Panne! I can't believe you did that just now! You're so mean!
 * Panne: ...Hm? Ah, you mean the incident at dinner? But you eat so slowly. It is almost bovine. Must you really chew every single bite so laboriously?
 * Olivia: Hmph! Must YOU wolf down every morsel like it's trying to run away?! That piece of goat meat was the best part of the whole meal- I was saving it for last! It looked SO delicious... I was SO looking forward to it... But when I looked down, it was gone!
 * Panne: I can confirm that it WAS delicious.
 * Olivia: Ugh! You're horrible!
 * Panne: But I thought you were finished. The fat was starting to congeal. And besides, you only have yourself to blame. I merely obeyed the laws of nature. The animal that cannot safeguard its food must go hungry.
 * Olivia: That might be relevant if we were wolves or wild pigs living in the forest!
 * Panne: ...On reflection, I suppose I could have asked your leave beforehand. Very well. Next time I take something from your plate, I will ask first. Acceptable?
 * Olivia: Well, I guess that would be better then just snatching it...
 * Panne: Heh... Good. Then it is settled. Now let us dwell on this no more.
 * (Panne leaves)
 * Olivia: ...! ...Wait a minute. Did Panne just let out a little chuckle? Wow! That be the first time I've ever seen her smile!

W/ Chrom

 * Chrom: What a delicious-looking cake. Soft, spongy layers smothered in icing... And what's that? Is it an amulet of some kind? Perhaps a protective charm?
 * Gaius: Hey, Blue. What are you up to?
 * Chrom: Aren't these stalls fascinating? Such a weird and wonderful array of food and trinkets!
 * Gaius: You think? Looks like regular old festival fare to me. If I've seen this stuff once, I've seen it a thousand times. ...Ah, but you don't visit village fairs, do you? Being a royal and all?
 * Chrom: Not all that often, I'm embarrassed to admit... Frankly, many of the customs are something of a mystery to me.
 * Gaius: Hey, it's never too late to learn. I'll teach you anything you want to know. You know, like what's good to eat, which games are fun, which are a scam... I'd wager I've seen more fairs than you've had hot custard pies.
 * Chrom: Well, it would be nice to have a guide. I mean, of course we have our own events at the capital from time to time. But I haven't had many opportunities to see festivals in other parts of th— ...Hm? What's going on? There appears to be a commotion in the plaza...
 * Soldier 1: Thief! Me money pouch, it's been nicked!
 * Soldier 2: Curses! Mine's missin' too!
 * Chrom: Uh-oh. This sounds like the work of a cutpurse... First he creates distraction, then he relieves his marks of their coins...
 * Gaius: ......
 * Chrom: Hm? What is it, Gaius?
 * Gaius: Er, what? Oh, n-nothin'. I just... I've got an errand to run! If you'll excuse me...
 * (Gaius leaves)
 * Chrom: What came over him?

W/ Ricken

 * Gregor: *Sigh* Trouble, trouble... Gregor's brow is the furrowed.
 * Ricken: Hey, Gregor. What's the matter?
 * Gregor: Ah, is Ricken! Gregor would like word with his little friend. Tell me—people who come to fair were all taken to the safe refuge, yes?
 * Ricken: Yep! Everyone was evacuated, no problem. All nice and orderly too.
 * Gregor: Nice and orderly, you say...but Gregor is afraid to be reporting otherwise!
 * Ricken: Uh, why? What happened?
 * Gregor: Crazy lady being ushered to safe place was drinking mead before fair begin! She drink so much she weaving and bobbling like ship in big storm, yes? But worst thing is—she grasp Gregor's hand...and...beg Gregor to marry her!
 * Ricken: Whoa! She proposed to you?! Nice one! You're a real lady killer, Gregor!
 * Gregor: Nice one?! Oy, this no laughing matter, pipsqueak!
 * Ricken: I'm not laughing! I'm seriously impressed! One look at you and she wanted to wed you? Man, grown-ups have it good!
 * Gregor: Ho ho. Well. 'tis true. Gregor can charm spikes off of cactus, but... ...No, no, NO! This is not good thing! Woman so drunk, eyes were crossed!
 * Ricken: Hah! So you're saying she couldn't even see you properly? What happened next? Did you say yes?
 * Gregor: Gregor is saying NO, of course! But drunk lady very, very persistent. She say she come back later for answer, after Gregor have time to think about it.
 * Ricken: Oh boy...
 * Gregor: Oy, is like getting proposal from hellish underworld demon vixen.
 * Ricken: Sounds hard to refuse! Maybe you should just pack up and move to this Outrealm?
 * Gregor: There you go again with the bad joking about very, VERY serious matter. Anyway, Gregor is stuck in big pickle, and if you cannot be helping ou— Wait! Gregor is having storm of brain! Ricken, you CAN be helping Gregor!
 * Ricken: Uh oh. This sounds ominous...

W/ Virion

 * Virion: Greetings, noble Libra!
 * Libra: Oh. Hello, Virion. Is there something I can help you with?
 * Virion: I was wondering. Once this beastly battle is over and the fair reopened...perhaps you might join me in touring the attractions and enjoying the festivities? Together--a highborn noble and a handsome young servant of the gods... Just think of all the appraising glances and not unwelcome attention we would draw!
 * Libra: In other words, you'd like me to help you pick up village girls.
 * Virion: Come, come! We'll be the toast of the fair! Where's the harm in that?
 * Libra: I apologize, but I'm not in the mood for being the toast of anything.
 * Virion: What's wrong, young friend?! Are you unwell? Does your stomach ail you?
 * Libra: No, it's not that. I'm afraid my affliction is of the mental kind. I am simply bemoaning my utter helplessness...
 * Virion: Helplessness? But, Libra, you always fight so splendidly!
 * Libra: You misunderstand... Shortly after we arrived, I met an elderly couple among the residents here. The two were horridly afflicted with a dreadful mortal disease. They seem to be suffering so, but I am powerless to help them...There's a cure, I'm told, but it is terribly expensive. Well beyond my meager means...
 * Virion: I see. And thus this feeling of helplessness.
 * Libra: Yes. I can strike down countless foes, yet I cannot save one poor old couple? O merciful gods, what am I to do?
 * Virion: 'Tis a grave problem, I can see. But the solution is obvious, no? You seem to be quite friendly with the immortals above... Therefore you must pray, my friend! Sooner or later, your voice will be heard!
 * Libra: Sooner or later? So I'm to just wait around for a miracle to occur?
 * Virion: Don't tell me YOU doubt the power of prayer?! Where is your faith, Libra?
 * Libra: N-no, you're right... Forgive me. I need to exercise patience. I need to believe that with enough prayer, that couple can achieve salvation...
 * Virion: Y-yes, well, then again, what do I know, right? You are the priest, after all! ......ANYhoo, I just remembered I've got some, er, less spiritual business to attend to. If you'll excuse me...
 * Libra: *Sigh*

W/ Gaius

 * Libra: O great gods above, grant us your mercy...
 * Gaius: Crivens, Libra, you sure are one for prayers, eh?
 * Libra: Hello, Gaius. Would you care to join me?
 * Gaius: I'm no believer. You know that. Besides, I've got nothin' to beg for.
 * Libra: But through prayer, we can ask mercy of the gods and cleanse our souls.
 * Gaius: Heh. I bet it'll take more than a few knee bends and "o gods" to cleasne this soul...
 * Libra: Well, knowing- and regretting- past sins is the first step toward redemption.
 * Gaius: ......
 * Libra: Come now. One little prayer to lighten the burden on your soul.
 * Gaius: ...All right, Padre. What have I got to lose, right?
 * Libra: Nothing but your guilt!
 * Gaius: ...... Hold on. What are you doin' staring at me with that silly grin on your face?
 * Libra: My apologies... I was just thinking how dazzling you look kneeling there!
 * Gaius: Dazzling? Me? You sure you haven't been dipping into the holy mead?
 * Libra: No, no. My head is as clear as a bell. To repent your past deeds, you have chosen to fight for everlasting peace... How can I fail to be dazzled by such purity of motive and nobility of heart?
 * Gaius: I don't get it, Padre. You get a kick outta reformed criminals trying to make good?
 * Libra: No, this is a compliment from the heart! I mean it in the best way possible.
 * Gaius: Well, you sure got a strange way of expressing yourself...
 * Libra: To commit mistakes, but then to strive to correct the errors of the past... I doubt there is anything that brings a mortal closer to the divine and holy.
 * Gaius: Look, I appreciate the compliments, but you've got this all wrong. There's not much in the way of atoning or repenting going on here... The truth is I just don't really regret my past, okay?
 * (Gaius leaves)
 * Libra: Hmm, I wonder...

W/ Nowi

 * Nowi: Wow, look at all these stands and shops! Let's check 'em out, Tiki!
 * Tiki: We haven't the time, dear. We're in the middle of combat.
 * Nowi: Aww, come on! Just for a little bit! It'll only take a few minutes. For us, that's like a fraction of a fraction of a percent of a blink of an eye!
 * Tiki: Hmm, I suppose it does feel that way at times, but still... I keep forgetting that you're the second oldest member of this army, after me. Even as another manakete, there are times it slips my mind.
 * Nowi: Oh, will you look at these ornaments! Aren't they cute?! A flower, a heart... Ooh, they even have a dragon! And look at this one. It's a blue star! Just lovely...
 * Tiki: Yes... A star.
 * Nowi: Hmm? Don't you like stars, Tiki?
 * Tiki: Oh, no. I'm quite fond of them. Just...looking up at them, I sometimes can't help but think them terribly lonely.
 * Nowi: Lonely? Why?
 * Tiki: Have you ever heard it said that people join the stars when they die?
 * Nowi: I don't think so, no. Do they? Is that really what happens?
 * Tiki: According to some, anyway.
 * Nowi: So Chrom and Avatar will become stars too?
 * Tiki: When their time comes, perhaps. That's why I feel a heaviness when I gaze up at night. I'm trapped down here on the earth, when all those I've loved are way up in the sky. So far way, beyond my reach... I wonder if they ever look down at me too.
 * Nowi: Gosh, that's so wonderful!
 * Tiki: Wonderful?
 * Nowi: Yeah! Being able to see them every single night? It's like you never lost them at all!
 * Tiki: Wha—
 * Nowi: Good-byes come too soon with people, and it's always sad to see friends go. But once they're stars, you can spend years and years together! Hundreds... Thousands! If anything could take the sting out of saying good-bye, that's it!
 * Tiki: ...... Yes... Right there above us, every night, for thousands of years... I wonder why I never thought to see it that way before.
 * Nowi: Tiki? Wh-what's wrong? Are you crying? Did I make you sad? I'm so sorry!
 * Tiki: No.. I'm happy, Nowi. I'm happy. I was always afraid of starlight. It was a reminder of every time I'd been left behdind. Of everyone I failed to save. But not tonight. Not ever again, thanks to you. Thank you, Nowi.
 * Nowi: Huh? First you're crying, now you're all smiley... You're pretty weird today, Tiki!

W/ Lucina

 * Lucina: Wow! The decorations are so beautiful. Have a look at that stand, Tiki!
 * Tiki: It is indeed lovely. Most times, I've been on the other end of these events. The sentiment is nice, but having feasts dedicated to you isn't quite the same.
 * Lucina: Then you're unaccustomed to actually attending?
 * Tiki: Yes. It's...it's a strange feeling.
 * Lucina: Oh?
 * Tiki: Having been alive three thousand years, new experiences are hard to come by. Yet I feel my time with you all has been one discovery after another. I realize now that there's still a whole world out there I haven't seen. I've so much left to learn. About the world, and about you.
 * Lucina: Perhaps so.
 * Tiki: Now, what is this?
 * Lucina: Oh. That's a mask. People wear them to certain kinds of costumed dances. Would you care to try one on?
 * Tiki: A costume, you say? Hmm... To humans, I would think simply being a manakete is enough of a curiosity.
 * Lucina: Perhaps. Though still, that lacks a certain...fun, I suppose.
 * Tiki: Fun?
 * Lucina: Yes! Festivals are there to be enjoyed. Getting into the spirit of things is the key. Hmm. There must be something we could put together just for you...
 * Tiki: ...Lucina, tell me you're not planning to parade me around dressed in a silly outfit.
 * Lucina: Perfect! That's it! Why don't you try dressing up as you did when you were a child?
 * Tiki: Er... Why, exactly?
 * Lucina: I remember an old scroll noting that as a child, your visage healed the masses. Seeing you as an adorable child warmed their hearts and eased their sorrows.
 * Tiki: Honestly, the dreck these scribes come up with...
 * Lucina: Even now, people speak of it! The wonder of seeing a charming girl suddenly transform into a godly dragon!
 * Tiki: I wonder if I'll ever understand the taste of humans...

W/ Inigo

 * Owain: Hey. Can I ask you something?
 * Inigo: Hm? What? Why the serious face? It's not like you at all. If you're not careful, you'll scare off the few girls who haven't already evacuated!
 * Owain: Be serious, Inigo. This is important.
 * Inigo: Fine, fine. I'm sorry. What's your question?
 * Owain: ...How many people have you killed? Since coming to this time period.
 * Inigo: Wha—?! Owain! What kind of a question is that? If this is more of your usual fun and games, it hardly seems appropriate.
 * Owain: Do I sound like I'm playing?
 * Inigo: ...... Very well. Let's see... Honestly, I...I've lost count by now.
 * Owain: You too...
 * Inigo: Why do you ask? Why now?
 * Owain: Something about the bright lights and festive decorations here just... I dunno. It got me thinking about things. Like...of my first time... How hard it was.
 * Inigo: Strangely, I think I know what you mean. There was nothing like this in our time. Gathering to celebrate was unimaginable. Life for us was all just running and fighting. But on the other hand, we only had to fight the Risen. They weren't...
 * Owain: Right. It wasn't until we got to this era that we were forced to fight the living.
 * Inigo: I'll never forget the nights I spent here before meeting up with the rest of you. All alone, fighting... Killing just to stay alive.
 * Owain: That transition was hard for all of us...
 * Inigo: It nearly crushed me, taking my first life... I remember my hands trembling, tears blinding me... I couldn't sleep for days.
 * Owain: Yeah... In our time, human life was the most precious thing imaginable. But the moment we arrived here, that all changed... We began claiming it. You can't just flip a switch, like magic, and be able to kill the very next day.
 * Inigo: Which world do you think is harder to live in?
 * Owain: Well, there's no doubt the future was a bleaker, harsher place. Not a day went by I didn't see humans being hunted and cut down by the Risen.
 * Inigo: Our parents among them... Nonetheless, this world has more than its share of harsh experiences. I suppose we have to face them down as we fight to bring them to an end.
 * Owain: ...And we will. Gods, I hope we will.

W/ Brady

 * Brady: Oh. Hey, Inigo.
 * Inigo: ......
 * Brady: Hello? Anybody home?
 * Inigo: ......
 * Brady: HEY! Quit ignorin' me, pretty boy!
 * Inigo: Gah! ...Yeesh, Brady. Don't sneak up on me like that. And why the shouting out of the blue? Is something wrong?
 * Brady: It ain't out of the blue, and I didn't sneak up on nobody! I called your name, but you were starin' off into space.
 * Inigo: You did? Er, I was? Ha ha, sorry...
 * Brady: Good grief... What's got you so preoccupied?
 * Inigo: Oh, just... It's nothing.
 * Brady: Lemme guess. You were thinkin' about how it'd feel to get up and dance at a festival like this.
 * Inigo: Wha—?! N-no way! I'd never want to—
 * Brady: Nailed it, huh? You're lookin' everywhere but my eyes. Heh, you're a terrible liar.
 * Inigo: B-but I'm not lying! Why would I think something like that? We're in the middle of a battle here. The only thing on my mind is the Risen! They're all I can think about! Promise!
 * Brady: Well, that ain't healthy neither.
 * Inigo: I'm just really eager to fight them. You know me: Mr. Serious Fighter! I mean, it'd be a crime to see them wreck that AMAZING stage... Or to let them hurt any of these people who would LOVE my newest routine... Or to tear down that garland that just gave me the PERFECT idea for a new move... But I mean, really, who has time to think about dancing at a time like this?
 * Brady: ...If you were any more transparent, you'd be invisible. I dunno whether to be insulted or impressed that you thought I'd buy it.
 * Inigo: Urk...
 * Brady: How many years you think I've heard you go on about your dreams, Inigo? If you're starin' off into space, it's obvious what's kickin' around your head.
 * Inigo: Ha ha... Yes... I suppose...you're...right... ......
 * Brady: Aaaaand there he goes again.

W/ Owain

 * Owain: Ahh, Brady. Perfect timing. Come here a minute.
 * Brady: Meh? What do you want?
 * Owain: What's a festival without music, am I right?
 * Brady: Uh, I guess? So what of it?
 * Owain: Then what are you waiting for, Brady? Or should I say... Grand Fiddlemeister Brady, beloved of the earth below!
 * Brady: Haw?!
 * Owain: Come! Now is the time to unveil your hidden powers of song! Make the sacred dragonsbeard sing! Play us a chorus of eternal prosperity!
 * Brady: Eternal what, now? What are you even talking about?
 * Owain: O dark and tragic day! Is my voice too soft to rouse your soul to wakefulness?! ...... Ugh. Work with me, Brady. I'm asking you to play music.
 * Brady: What, because they're havin' a festival, you want me to play violin?
 * Owain: There! Perhaps your soul's slumber is not so deep after all... Now take in hand the miraculous dragonsbeard, and—
 * Brady: And what's with all this dragonsbeard business? Violin strings are made from catgut, and my bowstrings are horsehair. No dragons involved, see?
 * Owain: Gods, you're no fun at all. It's called poetic license! I'm adding drama!
 * Brady: Yeah, whatever. Look, are we done? We got a battle to fight here.
 * Owain: Wait! Come on, play us a song!
 * Brady: Pass. I'm outta practice. I haven't played in weeks.
 * Owain: But it won't be a proper festival without music!
 * Brady: It won't be a proper festival with a buncha Risen walkin' around, neither!
 * Owain: Aww, come on! Pleeeease?!
 * Brady: GAH, fine! If it'll get you off my back, just...fine!
 * Owain: You'll do it?!
 * Brady: Not like I got much choice. Sheesh... All right. You wanted music—you got it. Sit down, shut up, and listen!

W/ Vaike

 * Vaike: HI-YAAAH!
 * Chrom: Buh?! Heh. The classic Vaike surprise attack. Swing first, ask questions later...
 * Vaike: I thought about tryin' a new approach, but I always come back to the tried and tested.
 * Chrom: Fair enough. Come on then. You've started it—now let's finish it.
 * Vaike: Gah, there you go again, bin' all irritatingly calm and smug! GWAAAAAAAAAR!
 * Chrom: Hrrgh!
 * Vaike: *Pant, pant*
 * Chrom: *Huff, huff* Well? Feel better now?
 * Vaike: Bah! Always lookin' down your nose at me... Patronizin', that's the word.
 * Chrom: That's not my intent, Vaike. ...But while I have your attention, let me tell you something. Because of the duels we fight, I've grown to trust you a great deal. I know your strength, your skills, your prowess better than anyone. So no matter what you think of me, I know I can rely on your strength.
 * Vaike: Urgh...
 * Chrom: Think about it. How many times have we sparred like this now? I've lost count.
 * Vaike: Hmph. So yer sayin' the Vaike is a reliable guy? Well, har! I've always known THAT! Knew it from the very start!
 * Chrom: Then you should also know that I'm not trying to patronize you. So keep challenging me all you want, and I'll do my best to return the favor.
 * Vaike: Oh no, you don't! We're gonna switch things around, my little prince! You want to fight the Vaike? Then next time, YOU have to challenge ME!
 * Chrom: Heh... If that'll make you happy, then sure. Let's spar again once this battle is over.
 * Vaike: Ha ha! That's the spirit! We'll give this little fair its very own main event! But first, we'd better get back to cleanin' up these pesky little rats.
 * Chrom: Right!

W/ Gaius

 * Chrom: Er, Gaius? Can I have a word? About before...
 * Gaius: ......
 * (Gaius leaves)
 * Chrom: W-wait, Gaius! Don't run away! Now where'd he go? I could've sworn he ducked down this way... Wait...surely he's not the cutpurse? Could he be hiding from me in shame? Or to count his ill-gotten gains? ...No, what am I saying! It would be wrong of me to suspect a fellow Shepherd!
 * Gaius: Hey, Blue. What's with the furrowed brow? Troubles got you down?
 * Chrom: Ah-HAH! Gaius! Where did you run off to?!
 * Gaius: I was chasing down that pickpocket and then returned the purses to the soldiers.
 * Chrom: You were?
 * Gaius: Set a thief to catch a thief, right? It was easy enough for me to suss out where the scoundrel would run.
 * Chrom: I...I see...
 * Gaius: What's the problem? You're acting like you don't believe me or something.
 * Chrom: Wh-what?! No, don't be silly! You're a Shepherd—I'd never doubt you! ...Although you WERE acting incredibly suspicious...
 * Gaius: Hah! Sorry to make you worry. To tell the truth, I did act a bit like I had something to hide. But I wasn't trying to deceive you or anything. I promise.
 * Chrom: Then what was it?
 * Gaius: Honestly? I was just having a little fun. I wanted to see if you really trusted me. Believe me, I was thrilled when you didn't immediately accuse me of being the thief! I apologize for messing with you like that on account of my own silly insecurities.
 * Chrom: Heh.. Well, the jokes on me, I guess. You had me worried there, Gaius. Between that and all this running around after you, I'm completely exhausted.
 * Gaius: Aw, now you're making me feel bad. Here, let me make it up to you. For the rest of the day, I'll treat you to whatever you want from the fair!
 * Chrom: Well, if you feel that guilty...why not? But are you sure you can afford it? This is my first proper fair, and I'll have to make up for all that I've missed. Which means sampling every cake and bonbon that's on offer!
 * Gaius: Come on, Blue. You DO realize who you're talking to here? Anyway, once we're done sampling sweets, I'll take you on a tour of the nightlife. The after-hours shows here are somethin' else, and they run until dawn!
 * Chrom: Er, m-maybe you missed the part where I said I was exhausted...

W/ Maribelle

 * Lissa: Um, Maribelle? Do you have a moment?
 * Maribelle: Of course, I was hoping we might have a chance to chat, in fact. About my little outburst earlier... I really must apologize. I feel terrible. I don't know what came over me.
 * Lissa: Oh, gosh, it's okay! I was scared to death you were still angry at me! When you went off like that, I felt like I'd done something terrible...
 * Maribelle: Oh, Lissa. You really are too sweet. I'M the one who was acting horridly. I have no right to be angry with others for seeing just how wonderful you are. How could anyone not fall madly in love with you? You're perfect!
 * Lissa: Oh, I don't know about that...
 * Maribelle: It's true! You've always had the most remarkable ability to charm people. You grew up a royal, cosseted away in that palace...and yet still, you managed to surround yourself with friends from all walks of life.
 * Lissa: I didn't do anything special. I just like talking, I guess...
 * Maribelle: It's more than that. You ARE special. You have a unique gift! *Sigh* I wish I had even a thimbleful of your charisma, truly I do... People do not clamor to spend time with me. They find me...prickly.
 * Lissa: Prickly? You?! NEVER!
 * Maribelle: Meanwhile, you strike up friendships so easily with strangers... But when you do, it feels for all the world as if they're trying to steal you away from me. I can't bring myself to join in, so I just stand there fretting and fuming... I end up jealous of your easy charm and convinced that you're going to desert me. *Sigh* Isn't that awful? I'm a horrible, mean-spirited, and utterly selfish person!
 * Lissa: No way, Maribelle! Not at ALL! You're a totally wonderful person! You're kind and brave, and you have the best manners of anyone I know! I'm honored that you're my friend!
 * Maribelle: Truly?
 * Lissa: Please, Maribelle. You have to trust me. I'll never leave you, okay? No matter how many friends I have, you'll always be the most important. You know, the villagers were saying that fairs are best enjoyed with friends. And guess who popped into my head right away? You, that's who! *Sigh* I feel bad that I made you worry so much without even noticing... Hey, I know—why don't I make it up to you with a special treat?
 * Maribelle: Thank you, Lissa, but I'm a bit too old to be appeased with trinkets. It's more than enough to know you are still my friend and always will be.
 * Lissa: Hmm... Okay. Well, how about this then...? Once this battle's over, let's spend a day at the fair together. Just you and me!
 * Maribelle: Oh, darling... Now, that sounds simply wonderful!

W/ Chrom

 * Frederick: *Sigh* How disappointing... Milord and I missed our chance to toss coins in the fountain. He thinks I only wanted to do it not lose out to those other two... But no! For truth, my only desire is to cement my place as vassal! Of course, I have only myself to blame for not explaining myse- ...Hm? What's that? An archer drawing his bow? And his target is...CHROM?! This I cannot allow! No matter how much milord doubts my sincere intentions... I shall always be ready to protect him- with my very life if necessary! Milord, look out! Ungh...!
 * Chrom: F-Frederick? What the-?!
 * Frederick: Milord, are you unharmed?
 * Chrom: I-I'm fine, yes, thank you. But what about you? You're wounded!
 * Frederick: A mere flesh wound. The joy of saving you from harm is smothering the pain most effectively.
 * Chrom: Frederick, are you sure you're all right? That looks VERY painful...
 * Frederick: If you wish to help me...perhaps...you will do me...a great favor?
 * Chrom: Of course! What do you want? Shall I bring a healer? Carry you to a medic's tent? Name it!
 * Frederick: ...I would like...I would like to toss a coin into the fountain with you.
 * Chrom: ...This again? Frederick, you truly are far too competitive for your own good...
 * Frederick: No, milord. You misjudged me. I care not whether our friendship is stronger than theirs. I merely desire to protect and serve you- nothing more, nothing less. Even after peace has returned, I wish to remain by your side. Indomitable, faithful...inseparable unto death.
 * Chrom: Ah, Frederick... *Sigh* You just will not be dissuaded, will you? Very well. Get your purse, and take me to this fountain of yours.
 * Frederick: Thank you, milord! I shall remain your vassal for all time!

W/ Virion

 * Virion: Frederick! There you are. We have unfinished business to discuss.
 * Frederick: V-Virion! You caught me off guard. What could possibly be so pressing?
 * Virion: Don't play coy with me! You know what I want. You. As my vassal. If you refuse, you may as well just take this sword and cut me down...
 * Frederick: Isn't that a bit...extreme?
 * Virion: I insist! Go on, lop off my head. I've no use for it if I cannot have you.
 * Frederick: *Sigh* I appreciate your fervor, Virion. But as I said before, my family has served House Ylisse for generations unbroken.
 * Virion: Yes, yes. I believe "exclusively" was the word you used. But exclusivity is a fleeting thing, my friend! Generations change! New allegiances are formed! Surely my impassioned plea is enough to move your heart to switch sides! So come, what do you say? Serve me, or strike me down where I stand!
 * Frederick: ...Very well, Virion. If you insist, then I suppose you leave me no choice.
 * Virion: Ha-HAH! I KNEW you would come around and agree to be my vassal!
 * Frederick: Are you ready?
 * Virion: Erm, w-wait... What's going on, exactly? Careful with that thing--it's quite sharp!
 * Frederick: HI-YAAAH!
 * Virion: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
 * Revenant: *Gurgle*
 * Frederick: You can stop cowering now. It's dead. A close call, though, wasn't it?
 * Virion: An interloper... How mischievous of you not to tell me.
 * Frederick: When in service of my lord, I believe actions speak louder than words. But as I said before, I'm afraid I cannot serve you. I am promised to another.
 * Virion: Nothing will change your mind?
 * Frederick: Nothing.
 * Virion: *Shrug* Very well. I suppose even Virion the Tenacious cannot woo them all. But I hope we can remain friends? Perhaps share tea again?
 * Frederick: Now, that I can do. Tea is one passion of mine that knows no boundaries!

W/ Sumia

 * Sumia: Okay, Sully, I'm back. Sorry it took so long!
 * Sully: Don't tell me you went and borrowed some poor sap's clothes?
 * Sumia: Well, not just ANY poor sap! When I told Chrom what is was for, he was more than happy to help!
 * Sully: What? You borrowed togs from the prince himself?!
 * Sumia: Sure! He said these didn't fit him anymore, so he let me borrow them. Here you go. Slip your arm through here, and I'll just check it for size.
 * Sully: Right now? We're in the middle of a damn battle, for crying out loud!
 * Sumia: Huh...? Oh, right! Battle! S-sorry, I forgot... I just got so excited about the contest, I couldn't wait to start...
 * Sully: Heh, I don't think I've ever seen you this determined before.
 * Sumia: I know it's silly...but this whole thing is just SO alluring! I mean, men have their own unique appeal, and women do too, right? But combine them both, and you get the best of both worlds! The beauty of the female form, with the magnetic appeal of a handsome man... If we can pull this off, you'll be like a dashing prince from a fairy tale!
 * Sully: Uhhh, yeah, sure. Different strokes, I suppose.
 * Sumia: Anyway, of everyone in this army, you're the best suited for this. You're going to enter this contest and totally CRUSH the competition! And as your manager, I'll be right there, front and center, cheering you on!
 * Sully: Oh, for the love of the gods... You do realize I haven't actually said yes yet?!

W/ Libra

 * Libra: O gods, hear my prayer...
 * Virion: Libra.
 * Libra: Ah, Virion. Did you take care of whatever business you had to attend to?
 * Virion: I did. ...Here. This is for you.
 * Libra: A flask...of medicine?! Is this the cure I was seeking? Where did you--? How did you--?!
 * Virion: *Shrug* I am a nobleman. I know powerful people in high places. You might say I pulled a few favors is all.
 * Libra: B-but this potion is incredibly valuable. The cost alone...!
 * Virion: Now, now. You let me worry about that! I'd say you have a more urgent job... There's a certain sickly old couple who are in desperate need of that cure.
 * Libra: Hmm...
 * Virion: What? Why are you staring at me like that? It's most unnerving...
 * Libra: You used to own an expensive dagger, did you not? Crafted of the finest steel, encrusted with firestones and dragon gems?
 * Virion: Er...
 * Libra: Yes. A family treasure, passed down by generations of your ancestors... Yet today, the scabbard hangs empty at your hip. What happened to it?
 * Virion: Oh, er, so it does! The knife must have fallen out somewhere, ha ha! Ha.
 * Libra: But that was an heirloom!
 * Virion: *Shrug* It wasn't THAT valuable, really. Just a fancy dagger, is all. Easy come, easy go, as they say! ANYhoo, must run again. Chat later? Oh, and don't forget to deliver the medicine to that couple!
 * (Virion leaves)
 * Libra: Virion, wait! *Sigh* He can't fool me. I know exactly what he did with that priceless dagger. He gave it up without hesitation, all for the sake of two elderly strangers... Perhaps that selfless, noble gesture was the miracle I was praying for all along.

W/ Donnel

 * Donnel: Stahl!
 * Stahl: Wah! D-Donny?!
 * Donnel: Ah-hah! Gotcha cornered now! You're gonna tell me a story or else!
 * Stahl: Look, Donny. I don't have any stories.
 * Donnel: Now, you listen here. Ain't no use pretendin' ya got nothin' to say. I reckon you got a barrel full of stories from your youth, and I wanna hear one!
 * Stahl: *Sigh* Fine, fine. As long as you'll promise me to leave me alone after.
 * Donnel: I swear it on my uncle's prize sow, rest her precious soul!
 * Stahl: Er, right. Anyway, this is a story from years ago, when I was still a lad. A friend took me along to what would be the only fair I saw as a boy... I had a crush back then, and I was hoping to see her at this fair. We knew there'd be a dance floor, with girls looking for partners...
 * Donnel: See, I knew it! So? Did ya dance with her? Did ya fall in love?
 * Stahl: No. As we walked toward the town, my friend told me about a girl he fancied...
 * Donnel: ...Oh. Don't tell me—
 * Stahl: Yes. It was the very same girl whom I had long adored from afar! I was deeply conflicted. But he was a fine friend, one I didn't want to lose. So, in the end, I did nothing. I stayed silent the whole night. He danced with the girl of my dreams, and I...never went to another fair.
 * Donnel: Gosh, Stahl. That was awfully kind of ya. You sure are selfless! I can't believe that girl ended up with your friend and not you!
 * Stahl: Kind? I don't know. Maybe I just lacked the courage to be frank.
 * Donnel: Well, never you mind! When this fight's over, we're gonna make things right. I'll put on a wig, you put on a blindfold, and the two of us'll dance instead! You can pretend I was your girl and get that regret right on outta your system. Shoot. It's a fair, after all, right?! It'll be fun!
 * Stahl: Er, Donny...I appreciate the thought, but I really don't think that'll be necessary...

W/ Lon'qu

 * Soldier: Say, did you hear?
 * Spy: About Lon'qu? Oh, yeah. I'd never have guessed!
 * Soldier: Indeed. But we should probably keep quiet about it. Maybe he doesn't want people to know...
 * Spy: What's to hide? He's one of our best warriors! He should be proud of who—
 * Lon'qu: ......
 * Soldier: L-Lon'qu! Sire! Y-you're looking progressive today! Er, I mean— Uh... W-we were just leaving! Bye!
 * (Soldier and Spy leave)
 * Lon'qu: This is your doing, Vaike. The ridiculous rumors you've been telling about me are everywhere. Then men don't trust me anymore. You have to fix this.
 * Vaike: Hah! ...Yeah. I never imagined the stories would get around so fast!
 * Lon'qu: That's it. You need to die. Bend your head, and I'll make it quick.
 * Vaike: Look, I said I was sorry! Sheesh. Anyway, it's all part of the Vaike's plan! Just you wait and see what I've got in store for phase two!
 * Lon'qu: Plan? What do you mean, "plan"?
 * Vaike: Trust me, pal! I know what I'm doin'. Honest! Spreadin' those rumors—that was just the start. I'm layin' the groundwork!
 * Lon'qu: ...Keep talking.
 * Vaike: Y'see, all you care about is fightin', right? Honin' your skills and all that. The problem is, you're neglectin' your friends and allies, and that ain't good. But by circulatin' these stories, I'm raisin' your public awareness, see?
 * Lon'qu: Even if I accept that ridiculous claim, surely there are better ways to—
 * Vaike: Maybe, maybe not. I didn't think about it that hard.
 * Lon'qu: Damn you!
 * Vaike: But you're a real tough nut, and ya don't much like talkin' to anyone. I figured drastic measures were needed to get your attention. A little tiff between friends does more to strengthen bonds than stony silence!
 * Lon'qu: ...... Fine. Carry on with your "plan."
 * Vaike: That's the spirit! Now come with me, and let's talk to the troops. We got a few fallacies to clear up!
 * Lon'qu: D-don't put your arm around my shoulders, curse you! We're supposed to be squashing the damn rumors, not sparking more!

W/ Gregor

 * Ricken: Ugh, Gregor! I'm gonna get you for this, I swear!
 * Gregor: HA HA HA! Gregor is so sorry...*chuckle* Very...*snort*...sorry...
 * Ricken: I can't believe you made me wear a dress and pretend I was your girlfriend! I feel like some kind of performing monkey or something! This is even worse than being treated like a kid!
 * Gregor: Ho ho! But, Ricken, long, blond wig is suiting you perfectly. Is good, no?
 * Ricken: NO!
 * Gregor: Ah, you look so beautiful as lady. *sigh* It brings tear to Gregor's eye. It must be good to wear dress so well. Why you not happy like Gregor?
 * Ricken: It's not good AT ALL! I don't see the humor in any of this, frankly!
 * Gregor: Oy, why Ricken is getting cute lady smallclothes in twist? What better time to let long hair down than at fair, eh? Ha ha! *Sniff* Ah, but seriously. Gregor is thanking you for help. You save the bacon.
 * Ricken: Yes, well. I hope you ARE grateful.
 * Gregor: Of course, it help you make such pretty girl. Even high-pitch voice fools other lady. Thanks to you, Gregor safely refuse offer from terrifying drunken woman! Ricken's dainty gestures like highborn lady make Gregor's heart go aflutter!
 * Ricken: All right, all right! That's enough teasing already!
 * Gregor: Teasing?! No, no! Gregor making heartfelt compliment! ...Oh, okay. Sorry. Gregor actually teasing. But now taking it all back.
 * Ricken: You sure? All that stuff about looking pretty and having a high-pitched voice too?
 * Gregor: Yes, yes. All silly joke. Gregor not mean any of it.
 * Ricken: Well, good. I'm glad to hear it. I suppose I might forgive you then...
 * Gregor: Ah! You did dainty gesture again! Just like real noble lady! Ha ha!
 * Ricken: GREGOR!

W/Libra

 * Libra: So, Gaius, are you telling me you DON'T regret your past misdeeds?
 * Gaius: Look at it this way: what's my main role here in Chrom's army? Opening locked doors and cracking sealed treasure chests, that's what. And how is that different from the old days? Not one bit, that's how.
 * Libra: Yes, I suppose so, but...
 * Gaius: And not only that, I spend a lot of my time sneakin' into enemy camps... I'm a spy, a saboteur, a guerilla... even an assassin sometimes. Now, does that sound like someone who's trying to atone for a crimial past?
 * Libra: But tell me. Why do you do those things?
 * Gaius: Because I'm good at them, and it ups the odds of us survivin' the next battle. No matter how dirty the job, if it saves one more life on our side, I'll do it.
 * Libra: That sounds...logical. On the face of it. But-
 * Gaius: But even if the cause is just, the deed is still wrong? Is that your theory? Well, so be it. Someone's gotta do the dirty jobs, and it might as well be me.
 * Libra: Gaius, I fear there may be some misunderstanding. I do not blame you for your deeds, now or in the past. That's not my point.
 * Gaius: So why the third degree?
 * Libra: As you yourself seem to recognize, your actions are hardly worthy of praise. On the contrary, your..."special" skills may earn you the distrust of your allies. Your duties are dangerous, dirty, and bring you little personal reward. Yet even so, despite this, persist in them. THAT is why I ask- why?
 * Gaius: It takes more than pretty words and noble purpose to build a better future. Someone's gotta dig the latrines and haul out the rubbish. If it's not me, it's gonna be someone else. And why not me, right? Then you fair-haired do-gooders can concentrate on saving the world. And you can do it without having to fret about getting your hands dirty.
 * Libra: But, Gaius...
 * Gaius: The right tool for the job, Padre. That's all I am.
 * (Gaius leaves)
 * Libra: ...... Ah, Gaius. Chrom's army is served by many a righteous, noble knight... but I would say you might just be the most upright and noble of them all... May the gods protect you!

W/ Sumia

 * Sumia: Er, Cordelia...I'm sorry for running away from you earlier.
 * Cordelia: It's all right. I wanted to apologize as well. I spoke too harshly. I know you do your best. I shouldn't have gone for so long about it.
 * Sumia: Oh, gosh, NO! You didn't do anything wrong at all! You were totally right! I know I mess up all the time, and I know it causes trouble for anyone...
 * Cordelia: Look, Sumia—
 * Sumia: I might not get better right way, but I really, REALLY want to improve! So would you mind just keeping an eye on me for a little while longer...? You know, in case I mess up again?
 * Cordelia: Of course not, Sumia.
 * Sumia: Oh, thank you! I promise you won't regret this! Er, by the way, Cordelia, while I have you here...
 * Cordelia: Hmm?
 * Sumia: At one of the stands, I saw these cute little pegasus-feather ornaments... When the fair starts up again, maybe you and I should go and have a look?
 * Cordelia: Good grief, Sumia, you really do take the cake! Here I was all worried you were off in some corner sobbing inconsolably... In reality, you were wondering around the stands looking for trinkets to buy! I tell you, I wish I could bounce back from setbacks as quickly as you.
 * Sumia: Ah...right. S-sorry...
 * Cordelia: Heh... Still, it's nice to see you smiling again. That cheerful face of yours has always been a boon during tough battles.
 * Sumia: It has? ...Wait, that's a good thing, right?
 * Cordelia: Of course it is, silly. It calms my nerves and allows me to focus.
 * Sumia: Oh, really? I never knew... Well thanks, Cordelia. It means a lot knowing that I'm at least a little bit helpful. So, er...about the feather ornaments? Will you come along with me?
 * Cordelia: No need.
 * Sumia: Aww! Why not?
 * Cordelia: This is for you.
 * Sumia: Ohmigosh! That's the very ornament I was talking about! How did you—?!
 * Cordelia: I saw them earlier, before all this happened, and decided to buy two. It's funny that of all the trinkets on sale, we noticed the exact same ones.
 * Sumia: Wow! Thanks SO much, Cordelia! I promise to be more helpful now!
 * Cordelia: Good. And I'll do my best to help you along the way. Frankly, I need that cheerful support of yours on the battlefield!

W/ Lon'qu

 * Lon'qu: Gregor. I have a question about this festival business.
 * Gregor: You do? Ah, is good, is good! Gregor happy to answer all queries!
 * Lon'qu: In what manner should I use it to "broaden my horizons"?
 * Gregor: Mmm, is good question. First, when festivities begin again, you must be immersing yourself. Join crowds, try activities, and most vital, you must be talking to locals! Find out why they celebrate, so you can learn heart and soul of festival.
 * Lon'qu: I see. So I shall interrogate the participants, uncover the facts, and—
 * Gregor: No, no! Gregor is not suggesting you become private investigator!
 * Lon'qu: Then how am I to find this information?
 * Gregor: That is easy thing! Share meat, drink mead, and make merry with new friends!
 * Lon'qu: I don't drink mead. Slows down the reflexes.
 * Gregor: Oy! First women, then festivals, now mead?! Is such cold and empty lifestyle...
 * Lon'qu: ...You know nothing about it. I just don't like to drink, that's all.
 * Gregor: Hmm. Well, in any case, Gregor must be thinking of other ways to immerse you... Ah! Here comes storm of brain! You are handy with blade, so you must be good at peeling the vegetables, yes?
 * Lon'qu: On mess duty, the cook has been known to praise my work, sure... But what of it?
 * Gregor: What of it?! We must be taking advantage of your cooking talents, that is what! You can help kind people who prepare festival food. Easy way to make friends. ...Then you share meat and drink mead and make merry with new friends!
 * Lon'qu: That last bit sounds exactly like your earlier advise...
 * Gregor: Hah! Is no matter! No need to overthink small details, yes?
 * Lon'qu: Heh...
 * Gregor: Oh? What is rare smile Gregor sees on Lon'qu's face? Is gas, perhaps?
 * Lon'qu: I'm just...starting to think your suggestion might not be all that unpleasant. You're a remarkably persuasive man. Your enthusiasm is infectious.
 * Gregor: Oy, such reaction warms cockles of Gregor's heart! But this is just beginning! Gregor can teach Lon'qu all about having fun! Once festival reopens, Gregor take you around and show you fabulous time!
 * Lon'qu: ...I'll think about it.
 * Gregor: Hah! You not saying no, so Gregor takes this as resounding YES!
 * Lon'qu: I said I'll think about it!
 * Gregor: Yes, okay. You think...then say yes! Gregor guarantees good time. Ah, Gregor very much looking forward to this!
 * Lon'qu: *Sigh* You're not going to allow me to refuse, are you? ...Still. I suppose a warrior should always be prepared to accept new challenges...

W/ Tiki

 * Tiki: Once we return from the Outrealms, will you join me in stargazing, Nowi?
 * Nowi: Sure, I don't mind, but...didn't you say that stars made you sad?
 * Tiki: Yes, until now. But I have a feeling that's all in the past, thanks to you.
 * Nowi: Really? Well, I don't know what I did, but if it's something you want to do, I do too! Plus, that way, even if you get lonely, I'll be right there with you! It's a foolproof plan!
 * Tiki: Indeed. You're a brilliant strategist.
 * Nowi: Hee hee! Once it gets dark out, we'll have to hunt for the spot with the best view!
 * Tiki: As it so happens, I already know of a place. The stars shine so beautifully there. It's too steep a climb for most people, but for a pair of dragons, it's no trouble at all.
 * Nowi: Ooh! Then it'll be our secret spot- just the two of us!
 * Tiki: Ha ha, I suppose it will.
 * Nowi: Yaaay! I get to have a secret spot with Tiki! I'm excited already! Gosh, I hope night comes soon!
 * Tiki: The nights have grown colder lately. Are you sure you'll be warm enough like that?
 * Nowi: Yup! I'll be just fine!
 * Tiki: And you won't fall asleep along the way?
 * Nowi: I almost never fall asleep while flying! Besides, I slept in extra late this morning! But, um...if it gets TOO late, I might nod off a bit...
 * Tiki: Well, then it's a good thing I'll be there to wake you. So now that's decided, let's end this fight. It seems still more Risen have arrived.
 * Nowi: Right! Just watch. I'll fight harder than ever! And thanks, Tiki! I'm really, reeeally looking forward to tonight!
 * (Nowi leaves)
 * Tiki: As am I, Nowi... As am I. So many lonely nights, I looked up at the stars and wept... All alone, head full of faces I would never see again. Those dark hours were torture. But I'm no longer alone, and I've shed my last tears of solitude. How could I ever be alone surrounded by my new friends, watched over by the old...? Mar-Mar... Friends... I'm coming to see you tonight. Shine extra bright so I'll know where to find you. I'll be waving back as hard as I can...

W/ Maribelle

 * Maribelle: No, no, NO!
 * Olivia: Argh! I'm sorry!
 * Maribelle: How many times do I have to tell you? If you do it like that, it will end up splashing all over the place! I've never met anyone so utterly hopeless at pouring a simple cup of tea! Surely you must have performed at any number of society functions? How did you manage not to pick up even the rudiments of civilized behavior?
 * Olivia: Well, whenever I went to a fancy party, Basilio always came with me... He made sure I never got myself into trouble...
 * Maribelle: Hmph! I might have known that indulgent fool of a man was behind this!
 * Olivia: B-but without him to help me, I could never have focused on my dancing! A young girl gets an awful lot of attention at those rich people's parties. And not all of it is the welcome kind, if you know what I mean...
 * Maribelle: ...Yes. I can well imagine. Some of those old lords can be a terrible handful. But that is hardly a concern any longer, is it? Now that you're a Shepherd, you are safe from such unwanted advances.
 * Olivia: ...That's true. I DO feel safe here.
 * Maribelle: Good. Then stop worrying, and start focusing on your lessons!
 * Olivia: O-okay...
 * Maribelle: "Okay"?! Good heavens, girl! The correct answer is "Yes, milady"!
 * Olivia: Y-yes, milady!

W/ Panne

 * Olivia: Panne! Not again! Why do you keep doing such horrible things to me?
 * Panne: Whatever do you mean? I did you a kindness in combing your hair. You told me it was unruly mop, and you wished you could do something with it.
 * Olivia: Yes, something GOOD! I didn't mean I wanted it to stick straight up in the air! It looks like there's a tree growing out of my head- I'll be laughingstock!
 * Panne: Hm. You must forgive me. I find I cannot help but tease you.
 * Olivia: Ugh! Why? At least tell me that?!
 * Panne: Because I despise all man-spawn and have long sought my revenge. In you, I have found the perfect victim!
 * Olivia: What?! B-b-but that's horrid! Why me? What did I ever do to-?!
 * Panne: I jest.
 * Olivia: Gah! Well, don't, okay? It doesn't suit you...
 * Panne: If you must know the truth, I tease you because you remind me of someone. A young taguel. We were like sisters. She was a terrible crybaby, and timid, but with a good heart. She looked up to me. And I often teased her mercilessly, just as I do you. It sometimes pains me that I was not gentler with her...
 * Olivia: Why? What happened to- Oh...
 * Panne: Yes, she is dead. Killed by humans.
 * Olivia: I'm so sorry, Panne...
 * Panne: Don't be. It was a long time ago.
 * Olivia: ...Hey, I have a great idea- why don't I take her place?
 * Panne: Hm?
 * Olivia: From now on, I want you to treat me just like a little sister.
 * Panne: Olivia, I appreciate your concern, but that won't be necessary...
 * Olivia: It will if I ever want to see you smile again! I don't think I can bear for you to be all glum now that I've seen you happy... It's such a terrible waste! I want you to laugh and smile all the time! So let's, let's-
 * Panne: ...Thank you, Olivia. You truly are just like her. Very well. We will do as you suggest.
 * Olivia: Oh, I'm so happy to hear that!
 * Panne: As am I. I will enjoy the free rein you have given me to torment you.
 * Olivia: What? No! That's not what I meant! I just-!
 * Panne: Heh... Another jest, Olivia. Do not worry. From now on, I will try to be as kind as kind can be. As kind as I should have been to her...

W/ Ricken

 * Ricken: Henry! I've been thinking about what you said before, and I've decided. I AM interested in learning more about dark magic!
 * Henry: Nya ha! Really? That's great!
 * Ricken: Yeah! In fact, I'm thinking it would be fun to, er, try taking it for a spin.
 * Henry: You won't regret it. Get ready to enjoy the taste of immense power, my friend! First, I have to share some of my dark energy with you.
 * Ricken: Sounds good! What do I do?
 * Henry: Give me your hands. Both of them. I'll hold them in mine.
 * Ricken: Alrighty.
 * Henry: Now...stay still. Very still. If you twitch and I get it wrong, you could die.
 * Ricken: *Gulp* Er, I didn't know it was so—
 * Henry: Ready? Here we go! Three...two...one...NOW!
 * Ricken: Whoa. That feels weird! Like a heavy gloom is settling over me. I feel myself becoming...depressed. Is that normal?
 * Henry: Oh yeah. Everyone feels like that the first time. But then you get used to it. You just have to grin and bear it for a while until it starts to get better. Okay. You ready for more? Because here goes!
 * Ricken: ...YEOWCH! My whole...body...suddenly...wracked with pain...
 * Henry: Er, wait. It hurts?
 * Ricken: Y-yes... All over... Like being pricked with blazing-hot needles... I s-suppose this is normal too, right? Just...have to...get used to it...?
 * Henry: Er, actually, no. Feeling bummed out, sure. Very normal. But horrible, prickly pain? That's not a part of the plan. *Gasp* ...WHOA!
 * Ricken: Wh-what's wrong? Why'd you suddenly let go of my hands?
 * Henry: The magic was repelled somehow and flodded right back into me! Hmm... I'm afraid it seems like you're incompatible with dark magic.
 * Ricken: What? Aw, man! B-but I wanted to try it so much!
 * Henry: Sorry, kid. It's just not gonna work. Your body threw the power back at me. That must have been why it started to hurt. Like I said—you're just not compatible.
 * Ricken: Aw, shucks. I guess that's it then. I'm stuck being a regular mage and using boring old elemental magic...like a kid.
 * Henry: Uh, listen...you know when I said that dark magic would make you more grown up? Well, I kinda sorta made that up. I just wanted you to have more confidence... You need to stop worrying so much about what other people think of you.
 * Ricken: So...you wanted me to try dark magic to help me feel better about myself?
 * Henry: Pretty much, yep. Sorry it didn't work out, though. Guess I can't help you after all. It's too bad. I would've liked to see what you were like all grown up.
 * Ricken: Aw, Henry... I'm so happy that you cared about me enough to try this! I had no idea! Well, I'm not about to give up. I'm gonna keep trying and trying, until one day I can use dark magic too!
 * Henry: That's great, Ricken! Who knows? Once you're a little bigger, maybe—
 * Ricken: Hey! No more talking to me like I'm a kid, okay? It's not helping!
 * Henry: Oh, er, right. Sorry about that, nya ha! But anyway, let's try again in a while. The more people we can show the good sides of the dark arts to, the better!
 * Ricken: Thanks, Henry! I'll do my best. I promise!

W/ Tiki

 * Tiki: ......
 * Lucina: ......
 * Tiki: ......
 * Lucina: Tiki. I...I don't really know what to, uh... I'm sorry...
 * Tiki: Yes, well, that's quite enough dress-up for now. Or ever.
 * Lucina: I was so focused on faithfully re-creating the outfit you wore in the past, I... I suppose I failed to anticipate how silly children's clothes would look on an adult.
 * Tiki: Silly? I think that was a far cry from just silly, Lucina. Did you never stop to wonder how I would even fit into clothes that small?
 * Lucina: I'm so, so sorry... Although it WAS you who decided to force your way into them anyway...
 * Tiki: What was that?
 * Lucina: N-nothing! I said nothing...
 * Tiki: Good. Honestly, three millennia alive, and I've never been so humiliated.
 * Lucina: I was just... You've lived in such a different world than us all the time. Even now that you're traveling with us, you seem so distant at times... I'd hoped to help close that distance, but I fear I've done the opposite. For that, I'm truly sorry, Tiki.
 * Tiki: ...... You're wrong about that.
 * Lucina: Come again?
 * Tiki: Yes, the result was...less than ideal. But the fact that you were trying to treat me like a peer, as your equal... You didn't put me on a pedestal or treat me differently than the others. The costume was embarrassing, yes, but on the contrary, I feel...happy.
 * Lucina: You... Really?
 * Tiki: I do. It's...quite liberating. Thank you for that, Lucina. I've forgotten how wonderful human friendships can be, fleeting as they are. I shall endeavor to do what I can to grow closer to the others. And I hope you'll continue to introduce me to new firsts, good and bad alike.
 * Lucina: Of course, Tiki! It would be my pleasure!

W/ Brady

 * Owain: Ahh, such dulcet tones! The melancholy melody flows like a river, washing the spirit clean!
 * Brady: Uh, thanks?
 * Owain: It is the divine breath of the muse-gods that fills your mortal frame, Brady!
 * Brady: Stop. You're embarrassin' me. I got an image to keep here.
 * Owain: Heh, don't be so modest. I do not offer words of idle praise, friend. No, by lauding you. I've branded your soul with one of the six highest honors!
 * Brady: I got no clue what you're sayin'... But this might be the first time your usual malarkey ain't made me wanna slug ya.
 * Owain: You're welcome! And wow, you're pretty good at violin, huh?
 * Brady: Heh. Forgot you sound like an eight-year-old when talkin' normally.
 * Owain: You should have joined a symphony or something instead of an army!
 * Brady: How many symphonies you see fightin' Risen?
 * Owain: Still, I think it'd be a much better fit. Probably pays better too!
 * Brady: Look, I'm here because I wanna be, all right?!
 * Owain: It just seems like a waste, considering your potential.
 * Brady: Hey, I can't help that I'm an awful fighter...
 * Owain: That's not what I meant. You're a fine fighter, but I think you'd be a world-class musician!
 * Brady: Yeah, well, I don't need to be. Not now, anyway. This war's more important.
 * Owain: Well, at least you won't have to worry about making ends meet after this is all over.
 * Brady: Maybe. And what about you? What's your plan once the war's over?
 * Owain: M-me? Er... Huh. Honestly...I have no clue.
 * Brady: Why not try and be a poet? A guy what with your, uh...fancy take on words could really go places, yeah? Plus, then I could just hire you to write my lyrics!
 * Owain: Poetry, huh? Hmm... Yeah, actually, I could see that! Owain the Wordsmith! It's got a ring to it, eh?
 * Brady: Heh. I'm kinda surprised you went for it that quick-like.
 * Owain: Hark! On this day is born the voice of a thousand fallen angels! Adore me, muse of muses, whose honeyed words sweeten even life's bitterest truths!
 * (Owain leaves)
 * Brady: Good grief, I'm gonna end up regrettin' this, ain't I...

W/ Owain

 * Owain: So about what we were discussing earlier... What do we do about it? Where do we go from here?
 * Inigo: To Grima's door. We kick it in and beat him down to save our future. What else is there?
 * Owain: No, I know, but...something feels off. In the future, all we had to think about was fighting Grima and the Risen. Things were awful, but simple. But now...in the past, there are living, breathing people standing in our way.
 * Inigo: You're worried you're losing sight of who it is we're really fighting?
 * Owain: ......
 * Inigo: We've got to face facts, Owain. Our enemy is anyone standing in the way of a peaceful future. Right? The Risen, Grima, their allies... They're all enemies of that peace.
 * Owain: I guess it's unavoidable, huh... Ugh. Ours was never an easy fate, and it just gets more complicated every day.
 * Inigo: We all knew it would be hard, but that's why we're here. To change our fate. Right? We just have to have faith.
 * Owain: I do.
 * Inigo: Then you've no cause to waver. We're not just fighting for family, but for mankind! We're out to save the world, Owain. But great things come at great cost. If we start second-guessing ourselves, we'll never see it through. ...Right?
 * Owain: You're right. Doubt like this will only get us killed. Hope for a better future brought us here, and I can't be second-guessing that. ...Besides, I know I'm not bearing this burden alone. It's hard on everyone.
 * Inigo: We're all in this together, Owain. We've all lost people dear to us. We can try to put on a brave face, but those memories will always bubble up. ...Today just happened to be your day of doubt.
 * Owain: B-blast my moment's weakness... But fear not this devilry, my friend! 'Twas but the dark whimsy of wicked spirits!
 * Inigo: Now, there's the Owain I know and completely fail to understand.
 * Owain: What's to understand?! It's simple—I am the chosen warrior of light!
 * Inigo: Yes, good, good. Well, it would seem my work here is done. Now, let's have a smile before I go. We are at a festival, after all.
 * Owain: The warrior of light has no time for smiling! Only grim and sober smiting...for justice!
 * Inigo: Heh, very well. I guess I'll take it.
 * Owain: ...Hey, Inigo?
 * Inigo: Hm?
 * Owain: Sorry for the strange questions and all the self-doubt today. If you ever need a shoulder to lean on, I'll always be willing to listen.
 * Inigo: Oh? Are you sure? Listening's never been your forte...
 * Owain: Hey! I'll have you know—
 * Inigo: Ha ha. Easy now. Stay that sword hand of yours—I was just kidding. I know I can count on you when it really matters, Owain. And I appreciate it.

W/ Inigo

 * Inigo: ......
 * Brady: Imagining yourself dancin' again?
 * Inigo: Huh? Oh, Brady. You caught me again. How embarrassing...
 * Brady: What's to be embarrassed about? It's your dream, ain't it?
 * Inigo: W-wait, why are you being so serious all of a sudden? ...Ohh, I get it. You've been picturing yourself playing violin here, haven't you?
 * Brady: Heh. Look at you, tryin' to turn the tables... Yeah. You're half right.
 * Inigo: Only half?
 * Brady: You remember our promise, Inigo?
 * Inigo: A promise? What, between us?
 * Brady: Yeah. Talkin' about you dancing for the people here made me remember. We were just kids. I don't blame you for forgettin' it.
 * Inigo: What was it?
 * Brady: To do what our mothers swore to, but never got the chance.
 * Inigo: Urgh...
 * Brady: I'd play violin while you danced.
 * Inigo: Oh...right! We'd go from town to town performing at festivals and feasts... We wanted to make as many people forget the war and smile as we could.
 * Brady: So you do remember!
 * Inigo: Yeah! We wanted to use whatever talent we had to make people's lives easier. I remember our mothers always talking like that and getting all excited...
 * Brady: But they both died before they got the chance to see it through... The two of us promised to take up where they left off.
 * Inigo: I wonder how I could have forgotten something like that until now...
 * Brady: We had other things to worry about. Our world didn't leave kids a whole lotta time for dreamin'.
 * Inigo: Still, knowing I'd lost sight of something so important... I just... *Sniff* I'm sorry... Mother...and Maribelle...please forgive me...
 * Brady: *Sniffle* S-stop that... Wh-what kinda ladies' man cries like that?
 * Inigo: *Sob* Well, why do you always have to look so scary when you cry?
 * Brady: I can't...*sniff*...I can't help what my stinkin' face looks like! And why are we standing in the middle of battle sobbin' like a couple'a fools?
 * Inigo: I don't know! ...Goodness, we must look terrible. ...... So about that promise... Do you still plan to keep it?
 * Brady: Course I do! I ain't about to remember it, then turn around and forget it again. ...I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't want us to go through with it.
 * Inigo: True. I guess this means I'll have to start practicing twice as hard.
 * Brady: We got a battle to finish before we get too far ahead of ourselves here. That's about enough cryin' for today. Let's go, partner.
 * Inigo: I'm right beside you.

Closing Dialogue

 * Chrom: ...There. I think we got them all.
 * Frederick: Well don, milord. Now the townsfolk can get back to their festival.
 * Lissa: Did you see the smiles on their faces?
 * Chrom: I did. There's no better reward for doing a good deed.
 * Vincent: Wow, Victor! You weren't kidding! Them monsters have all disappeared!
 * Chrom: ...Well, look who's returned.
 * Vincent: Hmm? Oh, the tourists. You're still here? Are you all right? You're lucky those monsters didn't getcha!
 * Chrom: Actually, it was WE who got THEM. And it wasn't luck—it was courage and skilled fighting that won the day.
 * Vincent: Good griffons! You mean you're SOLDIER? Well, why didn'tcha say so, for Pete's sake?!
 * Chrom: Just... Never mind...
 * Vincent: You're staring again... Is my party hat off kilter? Well, anyway—you saved our little village here, didn'tcha! That deserves a reward. Help yourselves to our produce—all you can carry! The least Victor and I can do is share the "fruits" of our labor. *wink*
 * Lissa: Really? Well, all right! In that case, I'll take all the fruit from HERE...to here.
 * Chrom: Lissa, that's half the cart. How would you even carry it all?
 * Lissa: I won't have it for long. Watch this: HEY, EVERYONE! Free fruit! Come help me eat it!
 * Chrom: Lissa, slow down! If you trip carrying all that—
 * Frederick: Fear not, milord. I took the liberty of clearing the path of all pebbles and debris.
 * Chrom: Oh? ...Then for once I'm grateful for your fastidious nature, Frederick.
 * Frederick: Thank you, milord.
 * Chrom: ......
 * Frederick: Milord? ...Is something else troubling you?
 * Chrom: No, it's just... It's so peaceful here. Look at all these happy villagers.
 * Frederick: Indeed... Once again the streets are filled with the sounds of laughter and celebration.
 * Chrom: We saved this town. We kept the peace...
 * Frederick: It was a good day for the Shepherds.
 * Chrom: ...No. Not yet.
 * Frederick: Beg pardon, milord?
 * Chrom: Once we bring peace to Ylisse—THEN we can call it a good day.
 * Frederick: We will. Don't doubt it for even a moment. And once Ylisse IS safe, we'll throw our own harvest fair! We'll invite Lissa, Avatar...everyone! The entire kingdom! And you and I will co-captain the cheer brigade, just like Victor and Vincent! Perhaps they might teach us a few of their tandem harvest-dance routines if we—
 * Chrom: *Ahem* WELL, would you look at the time! The festival fireworks start in just five or six hours—we'd best hurry to secure seats!