C Support:

Anna: HIYAH!
Bunet: Hm. Nice chopping.
Bunet: The pieces of wood are perfectly equal. Really, I respect the artistry.
Anna: Hehe! Glad you noticed. I am pretty good at chopping wood, it’s true.
Anna: I use it as raw material for woodworking or whittling, which I then sell to folks.
Bunet: …
Bunet: Anna, I have a favor to ask.
Anna: Oh, please. We’re friendly enough that you can call me Lady Anna.
Bunet: Haha. Lady Anna, might I have some of this timber?
Anna: Hmm, that’s an idea. Are you also into woodworking?
Bunet: Oh, no. It’s not for me. It’s for my stove.
Bunet: With such uniform pieces of firewood, it would be easier to precisely control the temperature.
Bunet: In other words…my cooking would be elevated to the next level.
Bunet: Give them to me…please?
Anna: Is that how that works? Well, if you feel that strongly about it, we could work something out.
Anna: You’ll have to pay, of course. I don’t give anything away for free.
Bunet: Heh, you are a shrewd one.
Anna: I’ve gotta be if I’m gonna make it on my own.
Bunet: I will pay you your due. The firewood is worth any expense.

B Support:

Anna: HIYAH!
Bunet: Nice chopping. Again.
Anna: Let me guess… You’re here for more wood?
Bunet: Indeed I am.
Bunet: This timber of yours burns so evenly, it’s perfect for controlling stove heat.
Bunet: The risotto I cooked with it yesterday… Flawless, even by my standards.
Anna: Great! Always nice to hear about a satisfied customer.
Bunet: Lady Anna, I have to ask. How did you get so good at chopping wood?
Anna: Hmm…
Anna: It’s probably because it was one of my chores when I lived at home with my family.
Bunet: I see. You’ve had to work hard all your life, hm?
Anna: Now you’ve got me thinking about my family. That salmon stew we’d share was so good.
Anna: Ugh…
Bunet: Um… Is something wrong?
Anna: Nah, everything’s peachy. Stand back and watch the master woodcutter at work!
Bunet: Hmm…

A Support:

Anna: HIYAH!
Anna: Hmm… That last stroke felt a little off. Weird.
Anna: …
Anna: I miss them all so much…
Bunet: Hello, Lady Anna. You seem to be hard at work.
Anna: Oh… Hey, Bunet.
Anna: I don’t think you’ll want the wood I chopped today. My form is way off.
Bunet: I didn’t come for firewood today.
Bunet: Here. I made you a salmon stew. I hope it’s like what you remember.
Anna: Oh, wow! Can I eat it now?!
Bunet: Yes, please do. While it’s warm.
Anna: Thanks a bunch!
Anna: …
Anna: Mmm! That warms me right to my bones. It tastes just like my family stew too.
Bunet: I’m glad. It took some doing.
Bunet: I had to research your hometown’s cuisine and then seek out all the right spices.
Bunet: I wasn’t confident that I had nailed down the flavor…
Anna: So that’s why it tastes like home. Aww, you did all that for me? I’m really touched!
Anna: I was getting so homesick that it was messing up my woodcutting.
Anna: But that little taste of home cheered me right up again! I’m ready to split a hundred logs!
Bunet: If you ever feel homesick, come talk to me. I can at least take your taste buds back there.
Anna: I appreciate it. So how much do I owe you for the stew?
Bunet: No need to pay. I meant it as a token of thanks.
Anna: Oh no! That’s not going to work for me.
Anna: If I start taking charity, how am I supposed to sell you any more wood?
Bunet: Ha… You really are shrewd.
Bunet: In that case, pay me in firewood. However much you think that stew is worth.
Anna: Deal! I’ll even throw in extra as an introductory offer. Nice doing business with you!