Avatar: Now, what would he want more than anything? Hmm... Maybe a sword? Wait, what am I thinking? He already owns the most treasured sword of all...
Stahl: Heya, Avatar! You thinking up a birthday present for old man Chrom?
Avatar: He's hardly "old," Stahl... But yes, I am. And to be honest, I'm at a bit of a loss for ideas.
Stahl: Ha! Isn't that a pickle!
Avatar: Buying for royalty would be hard enough, but we're in the middle of a war. It'd have to be small, to transport easily with the caravan, and nothing excessive...
Stahl: Yeah, cheap is good. Chrom's never been much for gold and glitter, anyway. I was actually thinking of brewing up a special concoction for him.
Avatar: You mean like a potion or tonic? I didn't know you dabbled in such!
Stahl: My father is an apothecary, and he taught me the trade.
Avatar: Homemade gifts are always the best! Would that I possessed any such talent...
Stahl: Er, say. My ingredients are quite costly and difficult to find in the wild...
Avatar: Perhaps I could help gather them?
Stahl : Yes, exactly! Then the present could be from the both of us.
Avatar: Perfect! We can solve both our problems in one fell swoop.
Stahl: Then it's a deal!
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Avatar: Chrom loved the gift, Stahl! Thanks so much for letting me chip in.
Stahl: Not at all—I should be thanking YOU. I doubt I could afford everything without your fat purse.
Avatar: Oh, come now... Don't think I'll fall for that old trick...You helped me and just made it seem like I was helping you. I don't know how you do it, but I'm grateful nonetheless.
Stahl: Heh. I guess I've always been good at reading people. Even when I was young, I could tell what folks wanted before they even said it. It's not much of a secret ability, but it's the only one I've got!
Avatar: On the contrary, I think being sensitive to others is a precious skill indeed.
Stahl: I don't know if I'm sensitive, exactly. I just find it easy to read people. You'd be amazed how much you can read from a face, if you know what to look for.
Avatar: And you can always read these thoughts?
Stahl: Absolutely!
Avatar: Stahl, that's a remarkable talent! Truly.
Stahl: Ha! Not at all! It's just the coping mechanism of an overly dull man.
Avatar: Reading thoughts from faces or gestures? That's every bit as impressive as magic. I bet you're always one step ahead of your rivals, on the battlefield and off.
Stahl: Hmm...I guess it has saved my skin a time or two.
Avatar: Like how you read my mind when I was wondering what to get Chrom...
Stahl: Er, actually, that time, I just overheard you talking to yourself.
Avatar: Was I? Oh! Ah ha ha...
A Support
Stahl: *Sigh*
Avatar: What's wrong, Stahl? You sound a bit down?
Stahl: Well, I apparently need to practice, then! It was supposed to be a sigh of relief. Some friends were in a bit of a row, but I managed to to calm the waters.
Avatar: You're always doing things like that, aren't you? Helping others with their problems. Most of us are too busy looking after ourselves, but you always find the time.
Stahl: Well, in a way it was for my own sake. Troubled folks make me uncomfortable. When I see friends fighting, my first instinct is to intervene and restore the peace.
Avatar: Ha! And now you're acting humble and deflecting praise from yourself.
Stahl: Er, sorry. Is that annoying?
Avatar: Not annoying, no. But you should stand up for yourself from time to time, too. For example, you could start by telling people that today is your birthday.
Stahl: Huh? You knew?
Avatar: I found out, yes, but not from you! Friends should be able to tell each other that much. War may be raging around was, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun sometimes.
Stahl: I suppose...
Avatar: You spend so much time looking after other people that someone has to look after you. And I've decided that someone is going to be me! So, here. Have a couple of fried fig cakes in honor of your birthday.
Stahl: Aw, my favorite! Thanks, Avatar. You're a true friend.
S Support
Avatar: Ah. You did it again.
Stahl: Did what again?
Avatar: Scratched your nose. You've got something you want to ask me, don't you?
Stahl: How did you know?
Avatar: Oh, I've been doing a bit of observing of my own, trying to read faces. After you described your special talent, I realized how useful it could be. First thing I learned is that you scratch your nose before you ask for anything.
Stahl: Ha! You'd think I know my own tells, but I guess not...
Avatar: So? What is it? You shouldn't be shy about asking me for anything. You've helped me so much, I'd love a chance to return the favor.
Stahl: Er...right. Guess I'll ask.
Avatar: I'm all ears.
Stahl: Well, I, um...got this ring for you. And...I want you to wear it.
Avatar: Why?
Stahl: ...Because I love you.
Avatar: What?! Gods, I had no idea!
Stahl: Oh, heh heh, I was kind of hoping you'd picked on my cues...
Avatar: I guess we're even then.
Stahl: What do you mean?
Avatar: Look at me, Stahl. Look at my face.
Stahl: Er, okay. I'm looking...
Avatar: Can you see what I'm thinking?
Stahl: ...Yes. Yes I can! You're happy!
Avatar: Exactly! See, if you'd have paid more attention, you'd have seen—
Stahl: ...that you're in love with me, too.
Avatar: Recently you've been avoiding my gaze. It was... Well, it was horrible, frankly.
Stahl: Oh, you noticed? I'm sorry. I guess I just got bashful around you.
Avatar: But if you'd seen my eyes, you'd have known the answer was yes before you even asked!
Stahl: Oh, Avatar, even a blind man could see you've made me so happy!
Stahl: My lady, I may never take my eyes off you again! ...Unless I'm about to run into a wall.
Lissa: Well, there's not much a good healing staff can't fix!
Stahl: I'm sorry to have you use it for a simple stomachache. I thought I had more tonic in my bag, but every flask was empty.
Lissa: That's because you're always giving it to other people! By the way, what caused your tummy rumble in the first place?
Stahl: Stress! Lots and lots of stress! ...I'm searching for a special item, you see. And every time we arrive in a town, I think, "This is it! It must be here!" But I always end up disappointed.
Lissa: Oooo! Sounds spicy! So, what's the secret item, huh? Tell me, tell me!
Stahl: Wing scales from a rare giant butterfly. My brother wants them for a concoction. They're impossible to find in Ylisse, so he hoped I could buy some on our journey. I go to the market in every town we visit, but not a single merchant has them.
Lissa: Aw, I see... Not quite as exciting as I was expecting... And I can't believe your dumb brother gave you errands in the middle of a war!
Stahl: I admit, his timing could have been better.
Lissa: You risk your life every day! You can't waste energy chasing butterfly whatevers!
Stahl: Heh, well, he IS my brother. How could I say no?
Lissa: *Sigh* You're far too nice to people, Stahl. You let them push you around. Oh, fine. I guess I'll try to help. What's the name of this stupid butterfly?
Stahl: Oh, gracious, no! I couldn't possibly involve you in this fool's errand!
Lissa: It's not for you! I just don't want to waste any more cures on your silly stomach! The sooner we find the scales, the sooner I can worry about REAL problems!
Stahl: Well, if you really want to help...
Lissa: You just stand there smiling. Lissa is on the case!
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Stahl: The butterfly scales! At last! Oh, many thanks for your help, Lissa!
Lissa: Hey, no sweat. I had a little shopping errand of my own to do anyway. My brother wanted me to buy perfume for someone, but he wouldn't tell me who. He just said to buy something I liked, which isn't really much of a clue. He's so dense sometimes! I mean, what if his special lady friend has different tastes?!
Stahl: I don't suppose it matters so much, does it? It's the thought that counts after all. Besides, it's hard for a man to buy perfume on his own. I know from experience!
Lissa: There you go again, giving people the benefit of the doubt. Don't you think it's super annoying how both our brothers treat us like servants? I mean, here we both are running from market to market buying stuff for 'em!
Stahl: Heh! You have a point.
Lissa: Of course I do! ...And I don't mind so much, but it's super unfair to you. You're always helping other people, and you never get anything in return.
Stahl: Oh, but I do! I enjoy helping people and making things a little easier for them. As long as someone actually acknowledges my efforts now and then, that's enough.
Lissa: Aw, you are SUCH a sweetie! In that case, I'll watch you like a hawk and make sure no good deed goes unseen!
Stahl: Well in THAT case, I'll have to be sure to give you something to see!
A Support
Stahl: ......
Lissa: What are you reading, Stahl?
Stahl: A letter from my brother. He's thanking me for the butterfly scales I sent.
Lissa: Ye gods, what dreadful penmanship! It's nothing at all like yours.
Stahl: Heh. My brother is a rugged, no-nonsense sort. He doesn't much care for calligraphy. But look here! He sent along more of his secret stomach tonic. This new recipe uses the butterfly scales. It's twice as effective as before!
Lissa: So the errand he sent you on was actually for your benefit?
Stahl: Apparently so! It's a good reminder—brothers don't always say and do the right thing... But in the end, or when it matters, they always have our interests in mind.
Lissa: Pffft! Not MY brother! I doubt he ever thinks of me at all! Unless it's to tell me that I'm childish and I should learn to grow up or whatever. He's too busy running a country and a war to worry about his little sister...
Stahl: I assure you, that is not the case! At all! Chrom cares about you very much. And who can blame him? If I had a charming sister like you, I'd never leave your side!
Lissa: Y-you think I'm charming?
Stahl: Of course! ...Er, is that strange?
Lissa: I'm...I'm just not used to accepting praise from such a...fine gentleman, is all. Thanks Stahl. You made my day!
Stahl: Heh, well, I only spoke the truth.
S Support
Lissa: Er, Stahl? Look what Chrom gave me.
Stahl: Isn't that the perfume he had you buy?
Lissa: He felt bad about missing my birthday, so he wanted to get something I really liked. Apparently I mentioned wanting a new perfume, and so...
Stahl: He sent you to buy your favorite kind. Ha! I told you brothers always pull through!
Lissa: Hee hee! Yeah, he really is the best brother a girl could have.
Stahl: Seeing you in such a happy mood, perhaps I should seize the opportunity...
Lissa: Opportunity? For what?
Stahl: Lissa, I have a confession to make.
Lissa: Ooh, a confession?! Scandalous! Okay, dish. Give me all the juicy details...
Stahl: I love you.
Lissa: ...What?!
Stahl: I know you're royalty, and I never felt I was worthy enough to court you. So I kept my feelings bottled up until I no longer had the strength to hide them... Th-that's why I decided to buy you this ring.
Lissa: ...... Oh, Stahl, yes! Yes, of COURSE I'll marry you! I've loved you forever!
Stahl: Truly?!
Lissa: YES, you ninny! Here, let's see that ring.
Stahl: ...Ah, it fits you perfectly!
Lissa: Hee hee! It totally does, huh? I'm so glad you finally unbottled those feelings, tee hee!
Stahl: It's a weight off my shoulders! I can't wait to tell my brother the good news...
Lissa: Oh, right! And I gotta tell Chrom! ...Oh, hey! You and him are gonna be brothers now! That's so weird.
Stahl: Heh, and so wonderful. Just like you, Lissa.
Stahl: Thanks for training with me today. That was a great session.
Sully: Ha! Giving up so soon? What a wimp!
Stahl: Er, what?
Sully: How can you call yourself a knight if you crap out so soon? The legendary knights who served Marth would never give up so easily.
Stahl: You mean Cain and Abel? The "Bull" and "Panther" from the old stories?
Sully: That's the kind of strength we need to win this war. And it's the kind of strength I aspire to.
Stahl: Well, sure. I mean, who wouldn't want to be a hero of legend and song? I just don't think I have it in me. I'm more of a...mellow type.
Sully: Ha! Then take that attitude over to the kitchen, ya damn scullery maid! I plan to run circles around those rusty old legends.
Stahl: Heh! You're something else. But perhaps I could stand to be a little more forceful in my training.
Sully: Damn right! I won't stop until I'm built like the Bull!
Stahl: Ha ha! I'm sure you'll... Wait, you're the Bull in this scenario?
Sully: You got a problem with that?
Stahl: No, no! No, that's...just fine. I guess that makes me the Panther, huh? Yeesh, I've got my work cut out for me...
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Stahl: ...Enough! I yield!
Sully: Oh, come on. You're better than this! Now you're just letting me win.
Stahl: No one LETS you win anything, Sully. You take victories by force.
Sully: Pfft. That's your excuse?
Stahl: Hey, you know what I'm like.
Sully: You lack confidence because you don't know yourself well enough. Here, shake my hand. ...Go on! Shake the damn thing!
Stahl: Er, all right.
Sully: Well? What do you feel? Tell me how my hand and yours are different.
Stahl: Well, yours is smaller than I would have thought. ...And really soft! It's kind of nice, actually.
Sully: You're getting distracted. Focus on the first thing you said. You're bigger than me, and you've got more muscle. Also, you're a better rider. So explain how it is that I keep kicking your arse all over the battlefield.
Stahl: I don't know! I guess you just project this...aura. Like you're going to eat me for breakfast, you know?
Sully: All in your head! Change your attitude, and you'll be a better fighter overnight.
Stahl: You really think so? Hmm... Wait! Now you're just pushing me around in a different way.
Sully: Except that I'm right. And if you're smart, you'll listen to me. So what do you say? Another round?
Stahl: You're on. And I'm standing my ground this time!
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Sully: Oof! ...Yeah, I'll be feeling that one tomorrow.
Stahl: Heh heh! Stahl the Panther strikes again! Still, I think I finally understand what you were getting at. The right attitude really does make a difference.
Sully: Well, don't think you'll ever be better than me. Because you won't.
Stahl: Ha! I wouldn't dare suggest it.
Sully: But you know the others expect you to show me up someday.
Stahl: ...Huh?
Sully: It's okay. I'm used to it.
Stahl: ...Er, Sully? Is everything all right? You're getting weird on me.
Sully: It's just... People look at me and all they see is a damn woman!
Stahl: Um, okay? Not sure where this is coming from, but if I implied—
Sully: Not you, idiot. You treat me like an equal, and I've always respected that. I just worry that... Well, what happens if you do surpass me someday? People won't think it's because of hard work or skill or any of that. It'll just be another damn man beating a woman to the finish line again.
Stahl: Now who's being wishy-washy?
Sully: Hey! Don't you lecture me, chump! I'll kick your right in the—
Stahl: Ha ha! Now that's the Sully I know. A mighty bull in the making! ...Or is it a mewling Sheep? We'd better go another round and find out.
Sully: Oh, I am so going to hand you your lunch in a second. Come on, tough guy! Show me what you're really made of!
Stahl: Eep! M-maybe this was a bad idea...
S Support
Sully: *Pant, pant* All right! Enough... I...I yield. *Wheeze* Gods, Stahl. You're a damn beast today.
Stahl: *Pant* It's all thanks to your training, Sully.
Sully: No one made you strong. You were tough to begin with.
Stahl: So does this mark the end of Sully's reign of terror?
Sully: For today. But there's always tomorrow.
Stahl: I knew you weren't going to give up quietly. You've always worked harder and aspired higher than anyone. You're amazing.
Sully: Yeah, well, I never could've done it without you around. It's easy to keep on the path when you've got someone walking beside you. You're about the best training partner I've ever had.
Stahl: Um, yeah. Well, maybe I could be more than just a...training partner?
Sully: Wait, what are you... Stahl, are you giving me a ring?
Stahl: Yeah. It's a...wedding ring. I'm still more Mouse than Panther most days. But with you at my side, I can become the man and knight I aspire to be. And I want to spur you along too. ...Not that you need it.
Sully: That's a pretty bold offer, Mr. Mouse.
Stahl: Yeah, I may look confident, but I'm about to soil my good pair of trousers. If it weren't for you, I'd never be able to ask something like this. You're my courage, Sully.
Sully: That's actually very sweet. ...You know what? I accept. We've got a long ways to go, but I'd have no other traveling companion. It's you and me to the end, Stahl.
Miriel: Why do you repeat that same motion over and over again?
Stahl: Have you never heard of shadow fencing?
Miriel: I assume it entails performing sword strikes and parries with an imaginary opponent. Is the point of the exercise pure kinetic stimulation, or is there more to achieve?
Stahl: Well, by making moves second nature, you can perform them better and faster.
Miriel: Interesting. So the goal is to remember the moves in your muscles, not your mind. I think this warrants further study. Would you mind terribly if I observe?
Stahl: In theory, no. But I've just finished for the day and I'm exhausted...
Miriel: Ah, I see. That is disappointing. ...Most TERRIBLY disappointing.
Stahl: B-but if you really want, I suppose I could run through a few more drills...
Miriel: I believe two hundred repetitions would be sufficient to establish a baseline.
Stahl: T-two hundred? Good gods, I don't have the energy for that!
Miriel: ...Most TERRIBLY disappointing.
Stahl: ......
Miriel: Well, I suppose I can find another, more lucrative field of study. Perhaps I will just...observe this rock. Yes, that should suffice. Hmm... It's round. And smooth. Wait! ...No, it's still round.
Stahl: ARGH! All right, all right. I'll do it. Just stop making me feel bad. *Sigh* Here we go. One...two...th-three...
Miriel: Hmm... You circumnavigated the camp ten times and your total time was... Fascinating!
Stahl: M-Miriel... *pant* Every day...you grow more like a demon...sent to torture me...Have you observed *wheeze* enough running now? Can I please stop?
Miriel: I see no harm in taking a short break.
Stahl: Phew... Thank goodness...So...what *pant* did you learn?
Miriel: As you may know, I have been observing everyone's training, and not just yours. And in every measure of performance, you come out at the exact median.
Stahl: I do?
Miriel: Be it arm strength, running, stamina, or anything else, you are perfectly average. If I didn't know better, I'd say that my methodology was flawed. It's something of a scientific miracle that you can be so completely unoutstanding.
Stahl: Yes, well. That's just the sort of man I am!
Miriel: You are aware of your ordinariness?
Stahl: Yeah, I've always tended to be more or less like everyone else. I do about the average amount of training everyone else does, but...you know. Meh.
Miriel: Yet it is remarkable that you are able to precisely hit EVERY statistical mean. You must allow me to investigate further. And to do that, I need more data.
Stahl: D-do you mean...?
Miriel: Yes. Your break is over. Ten more laps around the camp, please!
Stahl: She IS a demon!
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Stahl: Ninety-eight...nintey-nine... one hundred! Phew. All done!
Miriel: Fascinating. I've now directly observed the results of your reptition drills. Compared with the first time I watched you, your movements are smoother and faster.
Stahl: That's because you keep making me do them over and over again. But I wager I'm still only as good as half the people in camp, right?
Miriel: Yes. It is a most extraordinary result.
Stahl: Extraordinary? But I've always been Sir Average! Why would that change?
Miriel: Because in recent days, all of your skills and statistics have improved dramatically. And yet, you remain in the very center of my graph. See? At the top of this bell curve.
Stahl: Wait, wait. So while I got better, everyone else ALSO got the exact amount better?
Miriel: Everyone in the army is aware that you are the most average soldier. Therefore, when they see you improve, they feel compelled to improve as well. In this way, they are able to avoid falling below the expected mean.
Stahl: I see... So it's not just a matter of me adapting to everyone around me... It's about THEM seeing ME and adapting to THAT. Wow, thanks, Miriel! I'm way more influential than I ever imagined!
Miriel: I'm simply grateful for the chance to observe such a fascinating phenomenon. I hope you will allow me to continue my analysis and experiments?
Stahl: Of course. For as long as you like!
Miriel: Excellent.
S Support
Stahl: Aaaaaand...finish line. *pant, pant* Heh heh. After this, everyone'll have to work REAL hard to keep me average!
Miriel: Stahl, you are blessed with a most remarkable skill.
Stahl: You mean, a most average skill, don't you?
Miriel: The ability to be ordinary at everything is, in fact, most extraordinary.
Stahl: Er, well, I suppose that makes sense in a totally nonsensical kind of way. But listen, I found something else about me that isn't average...
Miriel: You have piqued my curiosity. Please, edify!
Stahl: This is difficult to put into words. ...Er, especially to you. But let me try. The other thing I'm not average at is... being in love with you. Because without a doubt, I love you more than anyone else in the world!
Miriel: Is this a jape? Some manner of revenge for my making you exercise?
Stahl: No jape, milady. The honest truth. And I have this ring to prove it.
Miriel: In other words, you wish to be my lifelong parther. Is that correct?
Stahl: It means I want to be your husband! I admit, I used to hate all the running you made me do. But now I live for it. I can't wait to get out there and jog or chop wood or whatnot! I like that you're always watching and making notes, and I want that to continue.
Miriel: And I, for my part, am anxious to continue my observations. And more importantly, I also harbor some measure of affection toward you. Therefore, I shall accept both your ring and your proposal.
Stahl: I guarantee that when it comes to marital bliss, we won't be average!
Miriel: Interesting. For the first time ever, you strive to be above average in something.
Stahl: That's right. And I know I can do it— because I love you, Miriel.
Miriel: Ah, yes. Quite. Thank you. I...um...also find you agreeable.
Donnel: Mmm... Hmm...Aw, pig plop! This is all mumbo jumbo to me!
Stahl: Are you trying to read that magic scroll? Good gods, Donny. Here now, take a break and have a soothing cup of nettle tea. It's a little bitter, but it'll settle your nerves if you can keep it down.
Donnel: Thank ya kindly, Stahl.
Stahl: Think nothing of it. And once your calm, THEN start thinking about what kind of soldier you want to be.
Donnel: How'd you know that's what I was doin'? I ain't said nothin' about it to ya.
Stahl: This morning you were picking locks, then you were practicing archery. Now I find you attempting to decipher a magic scroll to "smite thine enemies with fire". Either you're incredibly bored, or you aren't satisfied with your current role.
Donnel: Welp, I s'pose the cat's outta the bag now...Hey, Stahl. Yer pretty clever. What do ya reckon I should do?
Stahl: Well, I don't know anything about tomes or magic staves...But I'm a keen student of weapons, especially sharp ones. You could do what I did and watch the experienced sellswords and knights.
Donnel: And then I could learn what weapon might work best for me! Gosh, that's a dilly of an idea!
Stahl: But remember, its not enough to just pick a weapon you like. You need training and— Did he just leave? Good heavens, he's an eager one isn't he?
B Support
Donnel: Howdy, Stahl! Just the gentleman I was hoping to run into.
Stahl: Do you have a question?
Donnel: Could you...go over yonder? ...No, just a little farther.
Stahl: Are you trying to make me fall into that pit trap you dug?
Donnel: Aw, donkey bottoms! I ain't never gonna get the hang of this.
Stahl: Easy, Donny. Don't look so glum. You still have time to learn.
Donnel: But I done tried so many different things, and I'm useless at all of 'em! I just wanna find one thing I'm better at than everyone else. Thought it might be booby traps, but shuck my corn if that's the case now...
Stahl: Trying to be better than everyone is an ambitious goal that few ever achieve. Take me for example. Average strength, skills, and looks. Nothing stands out. Compared to everyone else in the Shepherds, I'm as dull as can be.
Donnel: Aw, Stahl, that ain't true!...Well, maybe it's a bit true.
Stahl: The point is, Donny, I still have a role. We can't all be the best at something, but we CAN all provide a unique blend of skills.
Donnel: So we're the best...at bein' ourselves? Reckon that ain't much of anythin'.
Stahl: Just keep practicing what you know, and take care of yourself on the battlefield. Talents will come to light when you least expect them.
Donnel: Well, if ya say so...
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Stahl: With every battle, the enemy grows more numerous and deadly...
Donnel: Ain't that the truth! Sure am glad we got Avatar plottin' strategy for us. He/She's awful good at gettin' the most outta this here army.
Stahl: Ah, so you've noticed.
Donnel: Sure have! With Avatar at the helm, everything's easy! We just gotta carry out orders as best we can.
Stahl: And the battle is not won by those who are best at one thing, is it? It takes all of us working in unison to achieve victory. Of course, we must take the time to hone and improve our skills... But in the end, how we fight as a group determine if we shall prevail.
Donnel: Gosh, Stahl! When you put it like that, it makes me sound pretty important.
Stahl: That's because you are! Now then, I think it's time for our midday meal. Shall we go to— ...Waaah!
(Stahl falls)
Donnel: Yee-haw! Looks like I'm better at trap settin' than you are at trap spottin'! Gosh, but you sure looked funny when that fake floor collapsed under yer feet!
Stahl: Yes, that was...very clever. Now get me out of here!
Stahl: Maribelle,about that favor I asked you earlier...
Maribelle: Zzzz... Oh, I do declare... My stars and garters... Frankly, my dear Chrom, I don't... Zzzzz...
Stahl: Um, Maribelle?
Maribelle: Huh?! Wha—?! Wh-where am I?! ...Is that you, Stahl?
Stahl: You've been studying too much, Maribelle. You need to take a break. You can't even keep your eyes open anymore.
Maribelle: Quite frankly, sir, my rest is... *yawn* Oh, pardon me! But I mean to say that it's none of your concern, and I'm quite all right.
Stahl: It's not all right! I just caught you sleeping on your feet! Are you feeling dizzy? Feverish? Any sudden chills?
Maribelle: I told you, I'm fine! ...I had a spot of indigestion earlier, but that's all.
Stahl: Then I insist you try my special tonic. It works wonders on stomach ailments.
Maribelle: Well, if you insist. Thank you.Th-this should keep me going...for a few more days...
Stahl: Now, now. You need to sleep properly, too.
Maribelle: Yes...I know thatsszzzzzzz...
Stahl: Er, Maribelle? ...Maribelle?
B Support
Maribelle: Ah, Stahl. I wanted to thank you for your concern the other day. That tonic did wonders for my indigestion.
Stahl: I'm delighted it helped.
Maribelle: In fact, I was wondering if you might have another dose or two to spare...
Stahl: Are you planning on staying up all night again? Because if so—
Maribelle: If you don't want to give me any, say so and stop wasting my time!
Stahl: Eep! N-no, that's not— Er, here, have as much as you like.
Maribelle: *Ahem* Than you. You are too kind.
Stahl: I know it's not my concern, but please do take care of yourself, milady.
Maribelle: ...Oh, very well. I suppose you deserve some manner of explanation. For a long time now, my dream has been to join the royal judiciary. A fool's dream it seems, now that I know how much I must read and memorize...
Stahl: Yeesh! That sounds like a challenge. I envy your courage and dedication. Er, but is there any way I might help make your dream come true?
Maribelle: I suppose I could think of something. But why on earth would you care?
Stahl: Because I have no dreams of my own and want to live vicariously through yours? Er, but more seriously, you're my friend! I just want to help if I can.
Maribelle: Well, I have found myself on the hunt for certain legal documents...
Stahl: It would be an honor.
Maribelle: Excellent! And in return for your help, I shall help you discover a dream of your own.
Stahl: Oh, that's all right. I don't have—
Maribelle: You shared your tonic, and now you are helping me with my studies. It behooves a woman of my station to return favors promptly.
Stahl: But...living vicariously!
Maribelle: You said we are friends, did you not, sir? And what do friends do for each other?
Stahl: *Sigh* They help each other...
A Support
Stahl: I found the documents you were looking for.
Maribelle: Well, I'll be! Thank you so very much for the kind assistance. By the by, I've drawn up a list of proposals for YOUR dream.
Stahl: Oh. I thought perhaps you might have...forgotten.
Maribelle: Right then! Don't think. Just give me the first answer that comes to mind... Would you rather rise in Chrom's army, or run the family apothecary?
Stahl: Hmm... Both sound quite enticing, truth be told.
Maribelle: Come now, sir! A true gentleman must have an opinion about such matters!
Stahl: Well, I've thought about it a lot. An awful lot, in fact. And I realized we have no idea how this world will turn out after the war. So perhaps I should see what is best for my friends before I decide. I've never been very good at working hard for my own benefit. If I'm not helping someone, I just can't seem to get interested.
Maribelle: Then there is nothing I can do to assist you.
Stahl: ...Huh. I expected you to tell me to get ahold of myself or something.
Maribelle: If you hadn't actually bothered to think about it, I would have been livid. But you've already chosen a path. You want to do what's best for those close to you. And once you discover a way, I'm sure you'll do your very best to make it happen. That IS a dream, Stahl. One that demands both courage and industry!
Stahl: Heh. I may not be much for grand causes, but I do like helping people out.
Maribelle: A bit overly humble for my tastes, but there's no doubting your honesty.
Sthal: Thank you! ...I think. In any case, right now my job is to help you and Chrom. So, what else can I do for you? Any more documents that need finding?
Maribelle: Yes, but they can wait for a while. Why don't we both have a break with a refreshing cup of elderberry tea? I haven't had a nice chitchat in ever so long!
Stahl: It would be my pleasure!
S Support
Stahl: Maribelle, weren't you looking for this book?
Maribelle: Why, yes. How did you know?
Stahl: I've spent a lot of time with you lately. It's all kind of second nature. Like right now, I'd wager you want a hot cup of elderberry tea.
Maribelle: Well, now that you mention it, it is about time for a little break. You are getting very good at anticipating my every need! Since you started helping, I haven't once had to stay up all night. Stahl, I do believe you have a special genius for making people's lives easier!
Stahl: I enjoy making people from all walks of life happy, Maribelle. Although there is one person who I like making happier more than any other... And that's you.
Maribelle: Why, Stahl... I do believe that is a ring...
Stahl: If you hadn't noticed, I've become completely smitten with you. Whether carrying books or copying obscure scrolls, my heart leaps for joy at every task. And that's why I want to be your husband.
Maribelle: Are you sure? It would mean a lot of hard work...
Stahl: Hard work? Pshaw! If it's done in your service, it would be a joy!
Maribelle: Why, Stahl, you certainly know how to sweep a lady off her feet... Very well. I would be honored to wear your ring.
Stahl: Then from now on, my dream shall be YOUR dream!
Stahl: Er, Panne? Sorry to intrude, but it's time for supper.
Panne: I will eat on my own terms. Now leave me.
Stahl: But I prepared your very own dish! I think you'll love it. It's got—
Panne: Did I ask for special treatment, man-spawn?
Stahl: Er, no. But I know that you taguel don't eat the same kinds of food we humans do. And since Lissa's making some kind of weird stew tonight, I thought... Um... Well, you know. Just trying to help.
Panne: How very like a human.
Stahl: I don't understand.
Panne: You offer lies as reasons and refuse to reveal your true motivations.
Stahl: Look, I don't think you underst—
Panne: Get out of my sight.
Stahl: Okay, okay. You're right. There's more to it than just that. Look. The truth is... I just... I want to be your friend. I mean, you're the first taguel I've ever met, and I know nothing at all about you. So I thought we could...you know? Spend some time together?
Panne: ......
Stahl: ...Right then. Okay. I'll just set these potatoes right here and go back—
Panne: Taguel cannot eat potatoes. They make us sick to our stomachs.
Stahl: Oh, I'm sorry. I had no idea.
Panne: That is because I never told you. There are more important things to worry about in war than the state of my insides.
Stahl: If you say so...
Panne: ...Man-spawn, wait. It took courage to speak the truth to me. I will not forget it.
Stahl: Oh, not at all. I should be thanking you!
Panne: Why would you thank me? Are all humans this odd? Or are you special?
B Support
Stahl: Panne! I'm so glad you're here.
Panne: What do you want?
Stahl: Here, taste this for me.
Panne: I don't want to taste any—MURPH!
Stahl: See, if I come up with a dish you like, you can join us in the mess tent! It took me a few tries, but I think I've finally made something really—
Panne: Blech! Ptooie! Idiot man-spawn! I told you I cannot digest potatoes!
Stahl: B-but I sliced them really thin! I used Chrom's sword and everything.
Panne: I am leaving. Possibly to vomit. Do not follow me!
Stahl: No, wait! I have another dish to try.
Panne: *Sniff* It smells appalling.
Stahl: Yeah, but there are no potatoes in it. Just cottage cheese. ...Er, and squid.
Panne: I am still leaving.
Stahl: Wait, wait! I've got one more! This one's the best, I promise! It's a carrot dumpling wrapped in a flaky pastry crust.
Panne: I suppose if it gets the potato taste out of my mouth... *munch munch*
Stahl: ...Well?
Panne: ...Unpleasant.
Stahl: Damn. I thought for sure I had it.
Panne: ...However, it IS edible.
Stahl: Hey, I can live with that! So does that mean...
Panne: Very well. I suppose I might occasionally join the others in the mess tent if you made this.
Stahl: Th-that's wonderful! I'll make a huge batch so I can freeze some for later. Thank you, Panne!
Panne: You're thanking me again? You truly are a strange human.
A Support
Panne: Why are you hovering around me while I eat?
Stahl: I'm trying to see what other kinds of food you like. You can't keep eating nothing but dumplings. You'll get scurvy!
Panne: Then sit down and join me! Do not hover like a jackal.
Stahl: Oh, er, thank you! That's very kind! Hmm... What's this red thing?
Panne: Firefruit. Its juice can make human skin blister and itch for days on end.
Stahl: *Munch munch* Hey, that's pretty good! ...Wait, what did you say about juice? Oh, gods! It's on my fingers! ...And in my EYES! Aaaiiieeeeee! Urrrgh...
Panne: Hello? Stahl? Are you dead? ...Nod if you are not dead.
Stahl: N-no, I'm fine. Just a...little light headed is all.
Panne: You cannot enjoy the meal properly when you're in such a state.
Stahl: Er, Panne? Maybe I just fainted, but were you licking my face just now?
Panne: Yes. It is the way we taguel clean each other. Is that a problem?
Stahl: Er, no! I mean, I'm glad you saved my eyesight and all, but... It's just a little odd to be licked by a beautiful woman.
Panne: I have no idea what you are talking about, strange man. Here, try this fruit instead. It should be safe for human skin.
Stahl: Um, there are bite marks in this. Is that normal, or were you eating it?
Panne: Do you refuse to take it just because it's been in my mouth?
Stahl: Gracious, no! N-not at all! Ha ha! Ha. Why should I care? So, er...here goes... *crunch crunch*
S Support
Stahl: It was good to see you at supper again, Panne.
Panne: Well, none of the food was especially repugnant to me.
Stahl: I know! It's because we tried so hard to come up with a menu everyone could enjoy. Funnily enough, the dishes you suggested were the most popular.
Panne: You changed the whole menu for the sake of me?
Stahl: If that's what it took to get you to join us at mealtimes, no one minded at all. And, you know. It gave me a reason to spend more time with you!
Panne: Hah.
Stahl: Did I say something funny?
Panne: I only sat close because I was afraid you'd get firefruit juice in your eye again.
Stahl: Right. But I didn't mean tonight. I mean, not exactly. We've grown somewhat comfortable around each other, right?
Panne: ...Oddly enough, I do not mind it.
Stahl: Y-you don't? That's great!
Panne: You are genuinely excited about it, aren't you? You are a strange man.
Stahl: It seems like you've grown more forgiving and tolerant of humans.
Panne: Not all of them, man-spawn. Just you.
Stahl: Er, well, in that case, I was thinking you might...take this ring?
Panne: Is it valuable?
Stahl: No! I mean, yes! ...That's not the point. I want us to marry and begin a new era in taguel-human relations.
Panne: You wish to marry me for diplomatic reasons?
Stahl: I'm in love with you, Panne! Hopelessly in love! I want us to spend the rest of our lives together.
Panne: Ah. I see. Very well, Stahl. I accept.
Stahl: Really? Oh, thank you, Panne! We'll have the greatest wedding ever! And no potatoes will be invited!
Panne: Heh. This time I suppose I should be thanking you. ...Thank you, Stahl.
Stahl: I was drawn here by the sound of sweet music. Was it you playing?
Cordelia: You are kind to say so. But in truth, I'm quite out of practice.
Stahl: What? No, you play beautifully! And one of my favorite Ylissean folk songs, to boot!
Cordelia: It's been so long since I last played. When I saw this harp at the local market, I just couldn't resist
Stahl: I remember how you entranced the court by playing at Chrom's birthday ceremony. Those were some good times... Say, why don't you put on an encore performance? It'd be huge for morale!
Cordelia: Oh, that court convert was a long time ago. I don't even remember the music. Although I suppose I could muddle through if I had the score in front of me.
Stahl: Wait, you were just playing from memory? That's even more impressive!
Cordelia: Please, Stahl, I'm serious. Stop trying to flatter me. Compared to Phila, I'm just a clumsy amateur.
Stahl: Well, sure. But Phila was the best I've seen. She could have joined the royal orchestra.
Cordelia: I always dreamed that one day I might be as skilled as her. It's silly, I know.
Stahl: Hey, never say never! Especially when you're so abundantly talented.
Cordelia: Stop it, seriously! See, now I'm just getting embarrassed... Er, oh, hey! Would you look at that? It's chore time. ...Gotta go!
Stahl: That Cordelia... She's never satisfied with being second best in anything. I'm going to have to step up my game if I ever hope to compete with that!
B Support
Stahl: Tickling the old strings again, are we?
Cordelia: Why, hello, Stahl. Yes, I was– Um, is that a harp?
Stahl: Yep! I just bought it down at the market. Oh, and I got some sheet music, too.
Cordelia: Heh. Sounds like someone is itching to play a duet!
Stahl: Well, at some point, sure. But right now I can barely make noise on this thing. I was hoping you might be my teacher instead of my duet partner.
Cordelia: Well, I've never taught before, but I'd be happy to help.
Stahl: I'm going to practice like a madman until I'm good enough to play with you. I'll practice until my fingers are bloody and raw! I'll practice until my eyes–
Cordelia: Well, it's...good to have a goal.
Stahl: Hey, I'm just trying to be as dedicated to things are you are, Cordelia.
Cordelia: Hehe. Perhaps I have been TOO dedicated... Speaking of which, I think we should start your lesson. Now, watch carefully as I pluck the first few bars of this son...
Stahl: You have my undivided attention. ......
Cordelia: Er, won't your eyes dry out if you keep them open so wide? Er, right, then. Never mind. Let me begin... ......
Stahl: Wow, you played that note so beautifully...
Cordelia: Huh? No, I didn't!
Stahl: No, no! The tone was lovely!
Cordelia: Stahl, it's just one note. Will you please let me finish?
Stahl: Er, yes Right. Sorry. Go ahead.
Cordelia: ...Look, I don't think I'm quite ready for teaching. Give me some time to work out a lesson plan, okay? I don't want to do this until I'm sure my methods are...sound.
Stahl: But, Cordelia! Gods, she's more of a perfectionist than I thought. This is going to be tough.
A Support
Cordelia: Stahl, I'm sorry about the other day. When I was supposed to teach you– ...Err, that song. Yes, the song you're playing...right now. Goodness, Stahl, you're doing very well! How did you learn that?
Stahl: When I saw how passionate you were about a single note, I knew I had to practice. I'm still kind of murdering it, but I think it's getting better...
Cordelia: I wouldn't say murder! ...Maybe more like assault.
Stahl: I knew I had to work twice as hard as you if I wanted to play that duet. So I've been practicing every waking moment–even in the latrines!
Cordelia: Oh! Um, yes, that is...quite dedicated. By the by, I've never heard that song played with the faster tempo you employed. I rather like it! Such a nice twist on an old classic.
Stahl: Yeah, it's just an idea that struck me as I was studying the notes.
Cordelia: How very astute of you.
Stahl: I think it was more blind luck than astuteness, but thanks.
Cordelia: Stahl? There are many in this camp who play the harp better than I. Why have you settled on me for this duet and concert idea?
Stahl: Because you don't just play... You make the harp sing! You can do anything, Cordelia. You have a natural gift. I wish I could be more like you!
Cordelia: I'm not sure that being naturally gifted at something is always a good thing.
Stahl: Muh?
Cordelia: Well, if you don't have talent, it takes a lot of time and effort to acquire a new skill. And through that process, you learn things that more naturally talented people miss. Like your discovery of the faster tempo.
Stahl: Hm... I suppose so.
Cordelia: And that persistence leads to you becoming just as good as anyone else. To be honest, there are times when I've thought I'd rather be more like you!
Stahl: Hah! Well, we can't BOTH be right!
Cordelia: This isn't about right or wrong. It's just two ways of looking at the same problem. ...In any case, your practice has paid off, and I name you my equal in the harp. We should play that duet soon.
Stahl: It would be my honor!
S Support
Cordelia: Phew...
Stahl: That was wonderful.
Cordelia: It was, wasn't it? We played in exquisite harmony and every note was perfect. I'd love to put on a performance for everyone in the camp!
Stahl: And I, as well! Cordelia, playing so well as a duet has made me realize something... I think you and I should spend more time together.
Cordelia: I'm not sure how that follows...
Stahl: What if I were to offer you this ring? Would that make my meaning clear?
Cordelia: Stahl!
Stahl: Look, I'll understand if your heart belongs to another man... I've known for a long time now that you've had eyes for Chrom. But I can't keep my love a secret any longer.
Cordelia: You...know about Chrom?
Stahl: Sure, Ever since that birthday bash. The song you played for Chrom was full of love, it was like declaring it to the world. But I thought that if I tried hard enough, I might be able to someday win your heart. Er, so, right... I'll just hold on to this ring in case that day ever comes.
Cordelia: Why can't I have it now?
Stahl: ...What?
Cordelia: You don't need to take Chrom's place. You already have.
Stahl: I...have?
Cordelia: I've never been happier than when we played together just now. I want to be able to know that joy each and every day!
Stahl: Then I shall wake you with the sounds of my harp every morning for the rest of your life!
Tharja: ...A fig? And what do you want me to do with this?
Stahl: Just thought you might be hungry. You barely touched your lunch, and you're pretty scrawny, yeah? Figured a nice juicy fig might hit the spot.
Tharja: You were spying on me in the mess tent?
Stahl: Well, I'd hardly call it "spying"... I mean, it's a public space, right? Anyway, I just noticed you were pushing beans around with a fork.
Tharja: Oh. Well, all right then. Very thoughtful of you.
Stahl: I actually have a whole bag. I could leave 'em right here if you—
Tharja: One is enough.
Stahl: Right. Got it. Well, I guess I'd better, um... Yeah. Just let me know if I can do anything else for you, all right?
Tharja: I am suspicious of this unbidden kindness.
Stahl: Sorry, what was that?
Tharja: Nothing, nothing... ...... You know, in my home, it is customary for new friends to exchange locks of hair. Perhaps you would give me a strand or two from your head.
Stahl: Huh? Oh, well, sure, I guess. I mean, if it's a custom...
Tharja: Thank you. You have been most helpful... Eee hee hee...
B Support
Stahl: Hey, Tharja. You have a moment? I was wondering about that hair-custom thing. See, because I've been asking around, and no one else has ever heard of it.
Tharja: You mean that nonsense about friends exchanging bits of hair?
Stahl: Er, nonsense?
Tharja: Hee! I'm a dark mage. You know what people like me do with locks of hair, right?
Stahl: Hey, wait a second... Y-you're not gonna put a hex on me?
Tharja: Oh, don't look so put out about it. It's really a tiny little thing. It just forces you to speak the truth to me... Or else die in a horribly painful manner.
Stahl: What?! But that's so...mean.
Tharja: Now, speak! Why are you so kind to me? Answer with truth, or else!
Stahl: *Gulp* I was... I mean, I was just kind of...um...concerned.
Tharja: You thought I might be a Plegian spy? Yes, I figured as much. But you should know I never liked that dastard Gangrel. What kind of king would sacrifice his realm to suit his own twisted goals? It's a travesty he ever took the throne.
Stahl: No, that's not what—
Tharja: I have been loyal to Chrom from the very beginning. Not that I imagine any of you sad sacks will believe me.
Stahl: That's not what I meant when I said I was concerned, Tharja.
Tharja: Oh, this should be interesting. So what exactly did you mean?
Stahl: Look, you always seem to be sitting off on your own without any friends. I thought you might be lonely. That's all.
Tharja: If I wanted friends, I would conjure them forth from the black abyss!
Stahl: Rrr...right. Got it. I'll just be...walking...over here now.
Tharja: Oh, stop. You don't have to go. I'm just surprised that you are what you claim to be. That's all.
A Support
Stahl: Hey, Tharja. Whatcha doing with that big crystal orb?
Tharja: Divination.
Stahl: Soooo, is that some kind of hex or what?
Tharja: Divination is the art of seeing into the future. Right now I'm trying to see who is going to win our next battle.
Stahl: N-no! Don't do that!
Tharja: ...Come again?
Stahl: If you see victory for us, we might get complacent and lose. And if you see defeat, we'll give up before we've even tried. Don't you see? No good can come of what you're doing.
Tharja: I suppose that's one way to look at it. I thought you'd be more confident.
Stahl: Oh, no. I go into every battle expecting to get my lunch handed to me.
Tharja: How inspiring.
Stahl: But don't worry! You're my special friend! I'll die before I let anything happen to you!
Tharja: ...What?
Stahl: Oh gods. Did I really just say "special friend"? I meant "stalwart ally." That's it! That's all.
Tharja: That's weird.
Stahl: Ugh... Well, you're the one who put that stupid truth spell on me. I can't help it if everything I say comes out in shades of pink.
Tharja: Hmm. I'd forgotten about that.
Stahl: Still, it's funny. Having to speak the truth is almost...relaxing, in a way.
Tharja: That's the first time one of my victims has thanked me. ...... Still, if you are so eager to be friends, perhaps it wouldn't be so terrible.
Stahl: Really? You mean it? My heart bounds like a thousand fluffy kittens! ...... Uh, do you think you could remove this hex now?
S Support
Stahl: Ha! Hya! Eeeya! ...Nope. Still not right.
Tharja: You'll get it eventually.
Stahl: Yeah, but when? I need to hone my skills if I want to serve Chrom and the others. Plus you'll never like me if I don't get strong and powerful.
Tharja: ...Like you?
Stahl: I mean, you're always strong and tough and scary, right? Well, I'm not. I'm just some guy who floats through life on a breeze. So if I don't get stronger, I'm never...you know. Gonna have a chance.
Tharja: Bashing a practice dummy to smithereens will not improve my opinion of you.
Stahl: Yeah, but it couldn't hurt, right?
Tharja: You're missing the point. Your modesty and flightiness ARE your strengths. They are also...oddly charming.
Stahl: Wait, really? They are?
Tharja: Yes, I suppose. Though gods help me if I understand why.
Stahl: Oh, Tharja! Marry me!
Tharja: Is this some kind of joke?
Stahl: I love you! I hunger for you with the passion of ten thousand dying suns! I can't breathe around you. I... *wheeze* *gasp* Look, I even went out and got a ring and everything. ...Please?
Tharja: For someone so mild mannered, you can be quite forceful... Very well. I accept.
Stahl: Really?! WOO! Tharja, this is the best day of my entire life! And you know that's true because I'd die a horrible death if I lied to you.
Tharja: Actually, I removed that curse some time ago.
Stahl: You removed... Wait, what?!
Tharja: Oh, yes. You had the power to hold your tongue all along.
Stahl: Really? ...REALLY really? ...... I think all the kittens in my heart just died of shame...
Kjelle: Are you free, Father? I could use a sparring partner.
Stahl: Oh, Kjelle... I'd love to, but...maybe not today...
Kjelle: Father, you're pale as a ghost! And sweating! What's wrong?!
Stahl: 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—
Stahl: B-breakfast...
Kjelle: ...Someone named "Breakfast"?
Stahl: 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: ......
Stahl: Hrrgh... And I thought Sully's cooking was bad... Whoever made this is...is...
Kjelle: ...Is your daughter.
Stahl: ...What?
Kjelle: I'm sorry, Father. ...I thought it turned out so well.
Stahl: 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!
Stahl: 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 large share of the fighting.
Stahl: 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!
Stahl: 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!
Stahl: ...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.
Stahl: Oh come now, it wasn't THAT bad...
Kjelle: I still remember the sound...the horrible sound... Dozens of people, all fa—
Stahl: 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
Stahl: 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!
Stahl: 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?
Stahl: Yes, I guess we do...
Kjelle: ...... ...Heh heh.
Stahl: 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.
Stahl: Kjelle...
Kjelle: But hey, enough of that. Didn't mean to get all misty. Let's dig in to this soup! *slurp*
Stahl: 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.
Stahl: Yes, what is it?
Kjelle: Keep teaching me how to cook! This soup tastes like dishwater...
Stahl: *Slurp* ...Oh, gods, it does.
Kjelle: Actually, I've had better dishwater...
Stahl: Right, then. I can at least get you cooking food that tastes like food!
Morgan: Hmm... I wonder why I have no memory of my father... All my memories of Mother are so crisp and clear... I remember what an amazing tactician she was, all the time we studied together... But nothing at all about my father. It's one big blank.
Stahl: What are you up to, Morgan?
Morgan: Father! That's amazing! I was just thinking about you! Is this fate?! This is totally fate! Family-style fate! ...Wait, no. How did Mother put it? "We're not pawns of some scripted fate. It's the invisible ties we forge that bind us." So yeah, it's not fate. It's the whole invisible bond-link...thing!
Stahl: Heh, is that so?
Morgan: Yup! Even without my memories, there's an invisible thread that links us. Er, but that reminds me... I was just wondering how I could have possibly forgotten you, Father. Do you think maybe you could help me get those memories back?
Stahl: I'd be happy to try. After all—
Morgan: Yay! Thanks so much! I'll start preparing. Oh, I can't wait to get started!
(Morgan leaves)
Stahl: Well, he's certainly got energy to spare...
B Support
Morgan: Father? Do you have a moment?
Stahl: Yes, of course.
Morgan: Perfect! Then let's get started on Project Get Memories of Dad Back! Step one—figuring how we're going to trigger some flashbacks. I've already tried banging my head against a post, but nothing. I mean, it made me dizzy and nauseated, but it didn't unearth any hidden memories. What do you think, Father? Perhaps a stone wall would work better?
Stahl: Let's just...hold off on the head smashing for now, shall we? Perhaps you could try just staring at me for a bit? Right into my eyes.
Morgan: Argh, that's perfect! You're a genius! I must have seen your face a million times in the future. It's bound to bring SOMETHING back if I stare at it long enough. Okay, sorry to invade your personal space, but... Here goes... ...... ........ .......... .............. Drats! It's not working. I don't remember a thing. It's like...have you ever stared at a word so long it kind of fell apart? And you think, "Is that how that's spelled? Wait, is that even a real WORD?!" Except here it's "Is that what Father looked like?"
Stahl: Er, right. Perhaps that's enough of the memory project for one day?
Morgan: Sure... I'm still a little dizzy from banging the post earlier, to be honest... But this doesn't end here! I'm not giving up until I remember you, Father!
A Support
Morgan: *Sigh* No luck today, either... I'm going crazy trying to remember you. I feel so useless! I'm just so... *sniff* Why can't I... *sob*
Stahl: Come now, Morgan. No tears.
Morgan: B-but I know I must have loved you just as much as I loved Mother. I bet we had a million memories together, and the thought of having lost them... I feel like I failed you. Like I... Like I... *sob*
Stahl: Morgan...
Morgan: *Sniff* S-Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away there... Ngh! M-my head! ...Wha—?!
Stahl: What's wrong?!
Morgan: I...I remembered something! Just one tiny little memory, but... I remember! You were smiling at me...and you called my name... Ha ha! Yes! You looked a little bit older, but it was DEFINITELY you! Oh thank you, Father! I never would have remembered without your help. And hey, this is great! If I can get one memory back, maybe I can get the rest! It may take time, but I won't stop trying until I remember everything about you.
Stahl: Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you...you know that, right?
Laurent: This is yours, I presume, Father? I found it lying on the ground. Do try to better secure your belongings in the future.
Stahl: Ha! You sound just like your mother, Laurent.
Laurent: Naturally. She IS my mother.
Stahl: Well, yes, but still... You two are so alike, I sometimes wonder if you inherited anything from me.
Laurent: Don't be absurd, Father. Of course I did.
Stahl: Oh? Like what?
Laurent: Like...the color of my hair.
Stahl: Er, well, that's true, but it's not exactly what I was talking about. Anything more substantive? Maybe you prefer second and third breakfasts?
Laurent: Hmm, no. My bearing in that respect is profoundly normal. Very much to my relief, if I might be perfectly frank.
Stahl: See, that's what I mean. You're always so serious and verbose...You could stand to loosen up a bit. Maybe act a bit more your age.
Laurent: We're at war, Father. Acting like a child is hardly behavior to be encouraged. Besides, I'm a grown man. Older than Lucina at this point, I suspect.
Stahl: Wait, how could you be older than Lucina? She's already been born here, but your mother and I still haven't had you.
Laurent: I...I fear I've no more time to chat today. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Stahl: Laurent, wait! ...What was all that about?
B Support
Stahl: Hello, Laurent.
Laurent: Father. How may I help you?
Stahl: I was thinking about how you said you were older than Lucina... Can you explain that? I'm a little lost.
Laurent: It's fairly straightforward. Travel among eras is imprecise. There are...variables. Lucina arrived at the onset of the war with Plegia some two years ago. I, on the other hand, have been here for nearly five years.
Stahl: There's that much of a spread between where you landed? Er, when you landed?
Laurent: ...Indeed. Hence, I have aged three years more than she in the course of reaching this moment. Somewhere along the way, I passed her in terms of physical age.
Stahl: So you've been in this era for five years all by yourself?
Laurent: Yes. So as you see, I'm far too old to be indulging in childish behaviors. I trust that explanation has cleared up your confusion? Now, if you'll excuse me...
Stahl: Laurent, wait! Why have you never mentioned any of this before? You were cut off from everyone else for five whole years. You must have been so...lonely.
Laurent: As I've said time and again, I am a grown man. ...I managed fine on my one.
Stahl: Laurent...
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Stahl: Laurent.
Laurent: More questions, Father? I thought I was quite clear before.
Stahl: Yes, you were. But today is different. Because today... Coochy coochy coo!
Laurent: Gah! Ah ha! Ah ha ha ha! S-stop that! F-Father, have you gone mad?!
Stahl: Ah-hah! So you CAN smile!
Laurent: I beg your pardon?!
Stahl: You're always so bent on being such a serious, proper grown-up. I worry that you put too much pressure on yourself.
Laurent: For the last time, I am not a child!
Stahl: Age has nothing to do with it. It doesn't matter if you're older than Lucina. Or heck, older than me! You're still a child. You're MY child. ....You're my son.
Laurent: Er, I...
Stahl: And you're not alone anymore, so stop isolating yourself. You've got friends, and you've got me.
Laurent: ...... You're right. All the time, it was... I was so lonely. Year after year, all alone... Wandering an era where I knew no one. Hoping to meet with the others but knowing how miniscule my chances were... I had no one to help me. No one to lend an ear to my despair. It was...awful. Many nights, I thought I'd die alone. That the pain would kill me, or...
Stahl: I'm so sorry I didn't find you earlier, Laurent. Please forgive me. And know that I will never leave your side again...
Noire: *Sniff* I'm not... Mother cursed me to have a *sniff* runny nose for three days straight.
Stahl: That's...an oddly specific hex. But wait, why would she do that in the first place?
Noire: It's nothing new. *sniffle* Mother is always trying out some new spell or another. Every time she comes up with one, she *sniiiff* uses me as her guinea pig.
Stahl: Poor dear... Here, take my handkerchief.
Noire: Th-thank you... *HOOONK!*
Stahl: I can't let you suffer like this for three whole days... Don't worry, Noire. I'll have a talk with your mother and get this cleared up.
Noire: Er...are you sure? That never really worked out for you in the future. Every time you talked back, Mother cursed you up to your eyeballs. ...Or sometimes she just cursed your eyeballs, and you cried yourself to sleep.
Stahl: Ouch. That's...kind of pathetic.
Noire: ...Yep. *sniff*
Stahl: B-but that was a different me, right? Just wait—I'll prove you can depend on me!
Noire: Eep! W-well, you never talked like that before! Maybe things really can be different this time around. *sniiiff*
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Stahl: *Sniff* I'm sorry, Noire... I feel like I really let you down... *sniff*
Noire: It's all right. I honestly expected this from the very beginning... But there's no need to cry. You tried, and that's all you could do.
Stahl: I'm not crying. *sniff* Your mother hit me with a five-day runny-nose curse.
Noire: Just like before...
Stahl: Urgh... You did say this was how it played out in the future... *sniff* Well, look on the bright side—at least your hex is broken now. *sniffle*
Noire: Yep, juuust like before. You'd always come to my rescue by taking on Mother's curses yourself.
Stahl: I guess some things were simply meant to be...
Noire: Maybe you're right. Maybe we're all fated to trace the same path as we did before...
Stahl: Hmm?
Noire: My coming back didn't change you, Father. So why should it change anything? It'll all happen again. My parents will die, and I'll be left alone... Why did I even bother coming back if it means watching my life fall apart again? Why... *sniff*
Stahl: *Sniff* Oh, don't cry, dear.
Noire: FOOL! THESE ARE NO TEARS!
Stahl: Er...dear?
Noire: Bwa ha ha! Such trifling matters cannot free the waters of my icy ducts, mortal! The only dribbling here is the unseemly nose flood seeping from your craven face!
Stahl: Noire?! What are you...
Noire: *Ahem* ...I'm sorry, Father. I think I need to step out and clear my head...
Stahl: Noire, wait! There's no such thing as predetermined destiny! *sniff*
A Support
Stahl: Do you have a moment, Noire?
Noire: Oh... Hello, Father. What is it?
Stahl: Have a look.
Noire: ...Eeeek! M-Mother's cursing implements! Gods, there's so many... Father, what are you planning to do to me?
Stahl: Hah, nothing to you, Noire. I confiscated these from your mother so she couldn't put any more weird hexes on you.
Noire: You...you took away Mother's tools? But...you never did anything like this before...
Stahl: Before, you said we couldn't change anything. That we're bound by fate. Well, I thought maybe I could lay that fear to rest. If I did something the future me couldn't, it would prove everything can change.
Noire: Hmm... I guess that's true. The father I knew wouldn't even get near these tools, let alone take them.
Stahl: I only changed because you came back to me. And together, we can change anything. All of us—you, me, your mother...everyone.
Noire: Just please don't ever leave me again.
Stahl: Nothing's taking me away from you again. Not even death.
Noire: That's...a little much, perhaps? But thanks.
Stahl: Wait... Do you feel that? A sudden sense of foreboding; a fury rising from the shadows... A Risen ambush? No... Bears? Is it bears? No... Urk! I-it's your mother! And she's FURIOUS!
Noire: She must have realized you took all her toys.
Stahl: Uh-oh. I'd better get outta here before I test that whole "not even death" promise... Bye, Noire! Love you!
Noire: Wow, he's faster than I remember... And I can't recall Mother ever coming after him like this, either... Hey, maybe things really can change for the better!
