Kjelle/Supports

C Support

 * Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
 * Chrom: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... maybe not today...
 * Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
 * Chrom: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my gut...
 * Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
 * Chrom: B-breakfast...
 * Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
 * Chrom: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then... this happened... N-not just me... Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-stay away... Save yourself...
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Chrom: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is... is...
 * Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
 * Chrom: ...What?
 * Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
 * Chrom: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the... searing pain is... coincidental...
 * Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
 * Chrom: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

 * Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
 * Chrom: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.
 * Kjelle: if I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting.
 * Chrom: Oh, so... you're not cooking again?
 * Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so horrified, we might all be dead!
 * Chrom: It was certainly a... challenging day. But nobody's perfect—I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
 * Kjelle: NO!
 * Chrom: ...I'm sorry?
 * Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
 * Chrom: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
 * Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
 * Chrom: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? I'm no whiz in the kitchen, but I've made my fair share of campfire breakfasts. If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!
 * Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.

A Support

 * Chrom: The soup smells great, honey! Good job. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste.
 * Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
 * Chrom: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...
 * Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?
 * Chrom: Yes, I guess we do...
 * Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
 * Chrom: Hmm?
 * Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that, but... it's nice.
 * Chrom: Kjelle...
 * Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
 * Chrom: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
 * Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
 * Chrom: Yes, what is it?
 * Kjelle: Keep teaching me to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
 * Chrom: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
 * Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
 * Chrom: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
 * Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

C Support

 * Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
 * Virion: Ah, Kjelle... I'd love to, but... maybe not today...
 * Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
 * Virion: I-it's nothing. I'm f-fine... Save for my innards...
 * Kjelle: Are you injured? Who did this to you?! Give me a name, and I'll—
 * Virion: B-breakfast...
 * Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
 * Virion: N-no... I ate breakfast, and then... this happened... N-not just me... Everyone in camp is in... the same shape... If you haven't eaten... s-stay away... Save yourself...
 * Kjelle: ......
 * Virion: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is... is...
 * Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
 * Virion:  ...Come again?
 * Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
 * Virion: N-no, it's not... that... I mean... urrgh... It was d-delicious... I'm sure the... searing pain is... coincidental...
 * Kjelle: You just said that everyone who ate it got sick! Oh, this is so embarrassing!
 * Virion: W-wait! Kjelle! C-come back! Don't go... I'll... Bluuurp! Oh, gods... H-here it comes...

B Support

 * Kjelle: HAH! RRRAGH! YAAAH!
 * Virion: Kjelle, you seem to be training especially hard today.
 * Kjelle: if I can't do my share of the cooking, I'll have to do a larger share of the fighting.
 * Virion: Oh, so... you're not cooking again?
 * Kjelle: Would you want me to, after last time?! You saw how that day's battle played out. All our soldiers clutching their guts, legs quivering like newborn deer... And the smell... Oh, gods, the smell... If the enemy hadn't been so horrified, we might all be dead!
 * Virion: Yes, it was hardly our most shining moment... But nobody's perfect —I'm sure it was just a fluke. I know I, for one, would like to try your cooking again.
 * Kjelle: NO!
 * Virion: ...I'm sorry?
 * Kjelle: What if it WASN'T a fluke? What if my cooking gets you KILLED next time?! Another breakfast from me could bring our entire army to its knees! Literally! Don't ask me to do that to my fellow soldiers and my family.
 * Virion: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
 * Kjelle: I still remember the sound... that horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
 * Virion: All right! Fair enough. ...Look, what if I gave you a few pointers? If we manage to come up with something tasty, we can share it with everyone!
 * Kjelle: Hmm... All right, let's try it! ...And thanks.

A Support

 * Virion: The soup has such an...elegant aroma! Nicely done, dear. I'm sure everyone will be eager for a taste.
 * Kjelle: Thanks. I had a good teacher. I had no idea you knew so much about cooking!
 * Virion: I learned a lot after marrying your mother. It was that or starve...
 * Kjelle: Ha! You two really get along so well, don't you?
 * Virion: Yes, I suppose we do...
 * Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
 * Virion: Hmm?
 * Kjelle: Just thinking that this must be what it feels like. ...Having parents, I mean. Being a normal family. I never really got to have that, but... it's nice.
 * Virion: Kjelle...
 * Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
 * Virion: Kjelle, I know you're a strong girl who doesn't like to ask for help... But you can, you know? If there's anything I can ever do, just name it.
 * Kjelle: Weeell... I guess one thing comes to mind, actually.
 * Virion: Do tell.
 * Kjelle: Keep teaching me to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
 * Virion: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
 * Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
 * Virion: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
 * Kjelle: That'd be plenty for me! Thanks!

C Support

 * Sully: Phew... That's enough for today.
 * Kjelle: Yes, ma'am!
 * Sully: You're good, kid. Good enough to keep me on my toes.
 * Kjelle: I learned from my mother.
 * Sully: What, you mean me? Er, I mean, future me? Dammit! I can't wrap my head around all this time-travel business!
 * Kjelle: You fight just like the mother I knew. ...Which makes sense, I suppose.
 * Sully: That explains why you're so hard to beat. You know all my moves. Although, wait. There's one thing I don't understand...
 * Kjelle: What's that?
 * Sully: You're not great on horseback, are you? How'd that happen? I'd think I would've taught you better.
 * Kjelle: But you never taught me to ride.
 * Sully: What? Why not? Did you guys have to eat all the horses or something?
 * Kjelle: We had horses. What we lacked was talent. Or more specifically, I lacked it. You said I was a lost cause, so I wound up teaching myself. ...Poorly.
 * Sully: Huh.
 * Kjelle: So yeah, come to think of it, now's your chance.
 * Sully: Oh? My chance for what?
 * Kjelle: To teach me how to ride! I mean, it IS your fault I don't already know.
 * Sully: MY fault? How is it MY fault? I haven't done anything! I haven't even HAD you yet!
 * Kjelle: But you will! So come on, what do you say? Please?
 * Sully: ...Oh, fine. If you're so damn intent on learning, we'll work it into the regimen.
 * Kjelle: Perfect! Thanks, Mother.

B Support

 * Sully: All right. That's it for today's training.
 * Kjelle: Yes, ma'am! Thank you, ma'am! So? Am I any better on horseback? Maybe just a little?
 * Sully: ...What do you think?
 * Kjelle: Not...really? Maybe I really don't have the talent for it.
 * Sully: Talent is an excuse! You lack practice, not talent.
 * Kjelle: No... You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I just got frustrated.
 * Sully: Still, there IS something strange here...
 * Kjelle: How your own daughter could be such a poor rider?
 * Sully: No, not that. The fact that future me told you anything different than what I just told you myself.
 * Kjelle: That it's a matter of practice, not talent?
 * Sully: Yeah. I hate that word, "talent." Always have. So why would I ever say you lacked it?
 * Kjelle: Well, to be fair, you never used the word "talent"... I believe your exact words were "you're not suited for riding." But it's basically the same thing.
 * Sully: Hmm... Well I'm sure I wouldn't say it without some reason...
 * Kjelle: Uh-oh. Does that mean you're going to stop teaching me again?
 * Sully: I'm not damn quitter! We'll finish what we started or die trying.
 * Kjelle: Whew! Thanks!
 * Sully: Still, there's something funny about all of this...

A Support

 * Sully: You have a minute, Kjelle?
 * Kjelle: Did you need me, Mother?
 * Sully: Well, I think I figured out why I didn't teach you how to ride in the future.
 * Kjelle: Oh no! Does this mean you're going to stop giving me lessons?
 * Sully: Just listen: it takes a special talent to navigate a mount around a battlefield. But it's not the be-all, end-all of combat. Everyone has their own unique skill set. I think I probably wanted you to find your own way to fight.
 * Kjelle: But why? Riding is a crucial skill.
 * Sully: Because I'm your mother.
 * Kjelle: What?
 * Sully: One tiny slipup can cost a warrior her life out in the field. And if I saw a risk, no matter how small, I'd want to nip it in the bud.
 * Kjelle: But...you're teaching me now.
 * Sully: Well, uh... Look, maybe it took a little bit for the whole maternal thing to sink in. I agreed to teach you without really thinking about it. I acted like I was training a peer more than raising my daughter. ...Make sense?
 * Kjelle: So your thinking has changed?
 * Sully: Damn right it has! Spending all this time together, I feel a lot more...motherly. I think that's why I can see where future me was coming from. I would've been older than you, and worried about what you'd do when I was gone.
 * Kjelle: So you discouraged my riding since you wouldn't always be there to protect me? ...Huh. In other words, you did what you did because you cared about me.
 * Sully: It's just a guess. I mean, I can't very well go ask future me about it, right?
 * Kjelle: I suppose that means the end of my lessons. *sigh* It was fun while it lasted. I still think I'd be more effective on horseback, but I guess it's not meant to be.
 * Sully: Now just a damn minute -- who said anything about giving up?
 * Kjelle: What? But you just... Aren't you saying you agree with why you stopped teaching me?
 * Sully: Yeah, maybe, if I was future me! But I'm NOW ME! We're practically the same age here! We can fight side by side for the rest of our lives, girly.
 * Kjelle: Then you'll keep training me?
 * Sully: Course I will! I'm sure I'd understand... Er, will understand... Er, whatever! And given we're both so young and fit, there's no excuse not to train hard! Hope you're ready to sweat...
 * Kjelle: ...J-just try to be a LITTLE gentle, would you?
 * Sully: I CAN'T HEAR YOU! LET'S GO, LET'S GO! MOVE IT!
 * Kjelle: Y-yes, ma'am!