C Support:

Boucheron: …
Lindon: My, my. What happened here to bring you to such a state?
Boucheron: Oh… I, um, found a book lying around.
Boucheron: But when I started reading it, it was so moving that I…I couldn’t hold back the waterworks.
Lindon: A tragedy, is it? Tell me more.
Boucheron: It’s a story of a great sage known only as “L.”
Lindon: Oh? Tell me more about this “L” fellow.
Boucheron: It starts off with L as a young boy who’s at the top of his class at an academy in Elusia.
Boucheron: Then, it follows him as he becomes a royal soldier─even ending up as the prince’s retainer.
Lindon: Mm-hmm. I’m with you so far.
Boucheron: The prince was supposed to ascend the throne, but it ended up being somebody else instead.
Boucheron: The prince left the castle in frustration. L just stands there stunned as he goes.
Boucheron: That was too sad to take, so I don’t know what happens next.
Lindon: Oh, you poor thing. Here, dry your eyes.
Boucheron: Thank you, sir.
Boucheron: You know, lots of books make me cry, but this one hit me really hard for some reason.
Boucheron: Thinking about the prince’s bitterness and the way L felt to see him go…it’s just too tragic.
Lindon: You’ve got me invested now. If you keep reading, do tell me how it turns out.
Boucheron: Sure thing, sir.
Lindon: And you can keep the handkerchief.

B Support:

Lindon: So, how’s that book of yours coming along?
Lindon: Oh, but where are my manners? I meant to give you a treat first.
Boucheron: These are some tasty-looking pastries.
Lindon: I baked them myself. There’s apple filling inside.
Boucheron: You bake, Sir Lindon?
Lindon: Oh, yes. Nothing bakes a pastry like a good jolt of thunder magic. Go on, try one.
Boucheron: Oh, don’t mind if I do.
Boucheron: Wow! I had no idea a little zap of lightning could make such a tasty treat.
Lindon: Good, aren’t they? Now, back to the subject of your book.
Boucheron: Oh yeah. Last time, the prince L worked for didn’t inherit the throne, so he left the castle.
Boucheron: Then, L meets another royal soldier and finds comfort with her.
Boucheron: They get married and begin an ordinary, but happy, life together.
Boucheron: That’s as far as I’ve got for now.
Lindon: Fascinating. This story has its hooks in me. I was a royal soldier once myself, you know.
Lindon: I notice you don’t seem to be crying today, though.
Boucheron: It’s actually pretty tough to hold it in. L’s wife goes through so much for his sake…
Boucheron: But I’m embarrassed to be seen crying all the time, so I’m doing my best to keep it together.
Lindon: Heh, don’t hold back on my account!
Lindon: There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Cry as hard as you like. Let it all out!
Boucheron: Are…are you sure? Well…if you say so…
Boucheron: UWAAAAH!
Lindon: Oh my, your nose is running! Here, something to wipe it with.
Boucheron: Thanks again…

A Support:

Lindon: I baked cookies for us, Boucheron! With thunder, of course, as always. Now, eat up.
Boucheron: Oooh, I can’t wait. Hey, there’s raisins in these! Yum.
Lindon: Read any further in that book yet?
Boucheron: I finished it, actually.
Lindon: Have you, now? Well then, tell me everything.
Boucheron: Sure… After the wedding, L’s life was simple but happy.
Boucheron: The couple went through hard times, but they did it together, and saw their children grow up.
Boucheron: But just when the kids were all grown and they could enjoy their sunset years…L’s wife passed.
Boucheron: L never got to feed his wife the last pastry he baked for her…with a bolt of thunder.
Boucheron: …
Boucheron: …
Lindon: There, there, Boucheron… I find myself crying as well today.
Boucheron: I realized when I got to that part…this story is about you, isn’t it?
Lindon: Indeed it is. “L,” of course, is my first initial.
Boucheron: But why is there a book about you?
Lindon: I thought─before I join my wife in the beyond─ I’d record my life for posterity.
Lindon: But I was careless and lost the manuscript.
Boucheron: So you wrote this book? Well, now I’m sorry I read it without permission.
Lindon: Nonsense. I’m genuinely glad that you picked it up and read the whole tale.
Boucheron: It was wonderfully written, for what it’s worth.
Lindon: Why don’t we spend more time together? You can get to know me until my last pages.
Boucheron: It would be my pleasure.
Lindon: Splendid! I’m in such a good mood that I think I might bake another batch of sweets!
Lindon: But lightning-baking takes time, so why don’t you tell me your story?
Boucheron: Let’s see, where to start? I guess with the day my parents met…