C Support:

Alfred: Hmm… Nice.
Boucheron: Ugh… Ugh…
Alfred: I’ve said it before, but I really admire those muscles, Boucheron.
Boucheron: Ugh… Oh. I appreciate the compliment.
Alfred: Your triceps are especially well developed. Mind if I feel them?
Boucheron: Uh… Anything you want, Prince Alfred.
Alfred: Hmm, yes. Incredible stuff!
Alfred: They’re practically a Firenese national treasure. The forearm is perfectly sculpted too.
Alfred: Wish mine was like that.
Boucheron: Are you finished now?
Alfred: Oh! Guess I got carried away there.
Alfred: You gotta admit, though. These muscle of yours are something else.
Alfred: I can’t help but wonder what the secret is to getting beauties like these.
Boucheron: Nothing special, really.
Alfred: Aww, that’s what you always say.
Alfred: There must be some trick to it. Unless you’re telling me they’re all-natural.
Alfred: How is that possible?!
Alfred: Hmm… Hm, hm, hm. Hmm…
Boucheron: …
Boucheron: That’s a bit, er…
Alfred: A bit what? Is there something special about this one?
Boucheron: No, Prince Alfred. It’s just a bit ticklish.
Alfred: Oh! Well, why didn’t you say so?

B Support:

Alfred: Wakey-wakey, Boucheron! The sun is rising!
Boucheron: Prince Alfred? Good…good morning. Are you on an early patrol?
Alfred: Nope. No patrols for me today.
Boucheron: Then why so early?
Alfred: I wanted to make sure I’m here to see every part of your day.
Boucheron: You want to see my day? Whatever for?
Alfred: To solve the mystery of those muscles, of course.
Boucheron: Come again?
Alfred: You told me you don’t do anything special to get that buff.
Alfred: Which means they must come from the way you live your life. So that’s what I’m going to watch!
Boucheron: All right. That makes sense…of a sort.
Alfred: I’m glad you agree! Let’s get started.
Alfred: You just go and do what you do naturally. Try to forget that I’m watching everything.
Boucheron: Fine. If the prince doesn’t mind, the first thing I’m doing with my day is going back to sleep.
Alfred: Go ahead. I’ll sit here and take notes.
Alfred: It’s midday. Boucheron is reading a book. Not seeing how this is building muscle.
Alfred: The book isn’t even a hardcover.
Boucheron: No. No! Poor little Fifi…
Alfred: Hmm, now he’s crying. What a softie.
Alfred: I think I’m onto something here. Fishing must be the key to those bulging muscles!
Boucheron: Ha! I’ve got you now!
Alfred: But that makes no sense. I sweat harder in the gym than he does sitting there with a pole.
Alfred: Sure looks like fun, though.
Alfred: I just don’t understand.
Alfred: I watched you all day and never once saw you break a sweat.
Boucheron: I’m sorry you didn’t get anything out of it. You’ve wasted your whole day on me.
Alfred: Oh, I wouldn’t call it a waste. And I got plenty out of it!
Alfred: It reminded me how nice it is to spend time with an old friend.
Boucheron: That’s kind of you to say, Prince Alfred.
Alfred: The only thing I regret is that I spent all day just watching instead of getting in there myself!
Boucheron: Haha. Well, you’re welcome anytime to join in my daily routine. You’re right─it would be fun.

A Support:

Alfred: Hmm.
Alfred: Fishing is harder than it looks, huh?
Alfred: You got any tips? Like, is there a certain way I should be pulling for maximum flex?
Boucheron: I’m sorry, but the only thing on my mind when I fish is the bobber.
Alfred: Then, how do you do it?
Boucheron: Patience, I suppose.
Alfred: Patience. Got it. Here I go, being patient.
Alfred: Patient… Patient… PATIENT!
Alfred: Ugh…
Alfred: I have a better idea.
Alfred: We get a big net, throw it in the water, and use those muscles to pull it out.
Alfred: Think of all the fish we could catch at once!
Boucheron: Our haul would be considerable. But what you suggest is less “fishing” than “trawling.”
Alfred: Yeah. You got a point there.
Boucheron: If fishing bores you, feel free to pursue your own activities. I won’t mind.
Alfred: Heh. Eh, you know me too well. Honestly, I’ve never been one to sit still.
Alfred: But I don’t want to give up on fishing either.
Boucheron: Why not, if I may ask?
Alfred: Because it’s a way to spend time with you, Boucheron.
Boucheron: I… I see.
Alfred: We’ve always been close, but lately we haven’t gotten much alone time.
Alfred: I’m doing my best to savor moments like this.
Alfred: So I’ll sit here and keep fishing. Even if neither of us catches anything, that’s fine with me.
Boucheron: Heh.
Boucheron: You know, about my physique… I suppose I am just naturally muscular.
Boucheron: But I am glad to be gifted with such a body if it helps me look after you.
Alfred: Boucheron! I’m getting a tug on the line!
Boucheron: A big one, I’d say. Do your best not to let it get away.
Alfred: I’m trying! I’m trying! But I think the line is about to snap!
Boucheron: I’ll help you. We’ll land this fish together!
Alfred: With you at my side, it’s practically in the bag! Get set to get hooked, fishie!