C Support:

Goldmary: Hello, Boucheron. I hope you don’t mind that I made lunch for you.
Boucheron: Oh, really? Just for me, huh?
Goldmary: Just for you. The main course is chicken on skewers with roasted vegetables.
Goldmary: The sides include a small omelet, some lightly toasted bread, and fresh fruit for a treat.
Boucheron: This is incredible. Not only does it smell great, the presentation is practically professional.
Goldmary: I’m sorry if it looks too perfect. Disturbing it must feel like upsetting the world’s balance.
Goldmary: But I hope you can find the courage. I made it especially for you, after all.
Boucheron: Don’t worry, I’m about to dig in right now.
Boucheron: …
Boucheron: It tastes as good as it smells! This might be one of the most delicious meals I’ve ever had.
Goldmary: I’m sorry, but…is that really all you have to say?
Boucheron: Come again?
Goldmary: It seems like I deserve a bit more praise than that. And could you speak up, please?
Boucheron: You want more compliments? What else is there to say?
Goldmary: What else is there to say?
Goldmary: I’m sorry, but I don’t know how to answer such a dim-witted question.
Boucheron: This got spicy all of sudden.
Goldmary: There are infinite ways to compliment perfection. You barely gave me one.
Goldmary: Surely you can think of at least a few more?
Boucheron: You know, Goldmary, I’m starting to get the idea that you’re a little bit demanding.

B Support:

Goldmary: Thank you for all your kind praise about the lunch I made for you last time.
Boucheron: Well, you practically held me at swordpoint.
Goldmary: Your compliments made me so happy that I decided to prepare another meal for you.
Boucheron: Thanks, but I brought my own sandwich today.
Goldmary: You won’t be satisfied with that once you see what I have here.
Boucheron: Whoa!
Goldmary: Fluffy scrambled eggs, seared scallops wrapped in bacon… And more fresh fruit, of course.
Goldmary: I’m sorry if my peerless skill elevates this simple dish to unbearable heights of divinity.
Boucheron: …
Boucheron: It’s tempting, don’t get me wrong. But I’ll stick with my sandwich all the same.
Goldmary: Are you really going to cast aside this golden perfection and content yourself with trash?
Boucheron: …
Goldmary: If that’s really what you want, I guess I’ll have to throw this away.
Boucheron: Hey now, don’t let it go to waste! I’ll eat it, I’ll eat it!
Boucheron: …
Boucheron: It’s divine! The moment it hits my tongue, every inch of me shudders with joy!
Goldmary: Not a bad opening remark… But you must have more to say than that.
Boucheron: Are you kidding me?
Goldmary: You did well last time, but I hope you won’t get complacent. Strive to outdo yourself.
Boucheron: What I said just now wasn’t enough?!
Goldmary: You made one general comment. What about each individual component? Don’t be neglectful.
Goldmary: You could also stand to give an opinion or two about my aesthetic choices.
Goldmary: I know it’s overwhelming, but if you can’t do it, I’ll have to stop you from eating any more.
Boucheron: Ooh, what a pain. I knew this would happen, but somehow I fell for it anyway…
Goldmary: Has this meal made you so tongue-tied that you can’t give me even one little compliment?
Goldmary: If it’s hurt you that badly, I should knock it out of you before it does any more damage…
Boucheron: Uh, no need for that! I’ll compliment you all you want. Just keep your hands to yourself…

A Support:

Goldmary: …
Boucheron: Is that you, Goldmary? Why are you sitting here in the dark?
Goldmary: Oh, hello, Boucheron…
Goldmary: I’ve made meals for just about everyone now, and I’ve barely gotten any praise at all.
Goldmary: They all said I was asking for too much. So now I feel like giving up…
Boucheron: Poor you. Those guys have a lot to learn.
Goldmary: You think so?
Boucheron: They don’t understand how demanding you are. You’re practically a world champion at it.
Boucheron: Me, though, I’m used to it by now. I even think it’s kind of cute.
Goldmary: Boucheron… I’m so glad.
Boucheron: Being demanding is just your way of being charming.
Boucheron: And so long as I think so, who cares what anyone else thinks?
Goldmary: Oh, thank you. I feel so much better.
Goldmary: And now that my smile is worth a million gold again, I’ll have to pay you back in cooking.
Boucheron: Cooking?
Goldmary: That’s right. I’m going to make you a regular lunch from now on.
Boucheron: You mean right now?
Goldmary: Don’t worry. I won’t make you shower me endlessly with praise.
Goldmary: You’ve already given me enough of that to last a lifetime.
Goldmary: So from now on, all you need to do is relax and enjoy what I make for you.
Boucheron: I wouldn’t mind handing out more compliments if it means making you happy.
Goldmary: Really? You mean it?
Boucheron: What’s wrong?
Goldmary: I hope you don’t mind a little extra salt. You’re just so kind…I couldn’t hold back my tears.
Boucheron: Tears? Oh no…
Boucheron: Just hearing the word makes me want to cry!
Goldmary: Ah… You’re such a sensitive person…
Goldmary: I admire that about you, Boucheron… It’s very charming.
Goldmary: I’ll get to the cooking. I can’t wait to hear everything you have to say about it.
Boucheron: Haha, you cook up more food, I’ll cook up more praise, and we’ll both come out ahead.