C Support:

Citrinne: Why hello, Chloé. Fancy meeting you here.
Chloé: Hi there, Citrinne. I’m just here picking up some lunch.
Chloé: You can only get it at this street stall, but the taste is worth the trip. It’s my favorite.
Citrinne: Really? If it’s as delicious as you say, I’d like to try some for myself.
Citrinne: Here. I’ll treat you. Excuse me, sir? I’ll take everything you have, please.
Chloé: The whole stock?!
Citrinne: Don’t fret about the money. This way, if we have extra, we can share with the others.
Citrinne: Thank you for wrapping all of that, sir. Here’s a little more gold for your trouble.
Citrinne: Huh? Are these…
Chloé: It’s folk food! Salt-pickled fish guts, in this case.
Citrinne: Oh. How, uh…charming.
Chloé: Oh, sorry. I love this stuff, but it might be too much for you to handle.
Citrinne: No, no. One mustn’t show prejudice toward food without trying it first.
Citrinne: Here, Chloé. Your portion.
Chloé: Wow, you’re letting me have almost all of it. Thank you so much!
Citrinne: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.
Chloé: Must be important. You look pretty serious all of a sudden.
Citrinne: It is important. Well, to me it is. Take care.
Chloé: Will do. And thanks for treating me to a heaping helping of my favorite folk food!

B Support:

Citrinne: Hello again, Chloé. Is that folk food you’re eating?
Chloé: Yep. This boiled frog is super good. You should try some!
Citrinne: Ah, no, thank you. I just had a rather large lunch.
Citrinne: Uh…
Citrinne: Chloé. You came from money, didn’t you?
Chloé: Yeah. My parents are nobles, anyway.
Citrinne: We have that in common.
Citrinne: I am a noble as well─related to the royal family, in fact. I have never wanted for anything.
Citrinne: And yet…
Chloé: Hmm?
Citrinne: Tell me. How did you become a retainer?
Chloé: Well, I took the knighthood exam, and then I passed, and then I got this job.
Citrinne: Wonderful. That means you possess the skills required of a retainer.
Chloé: I don’t know how it works where you’re from, but you’re a retainer for a royal family too.
Citrinne: I became a retainer not by virtue alone, but due to my family connections.
Chloé: And that feels wrong to you?
Citrinne: If it were only a matter of wounded pride, I would not feel troubled.
Citrinne: But…my physical weakness could be a liability for His Highness.
Citrinne: So…I can’t help but dwell on it.
Chloé: I see.
Citrinne: Forgive me, but I must be going. I have somewhere to be once again.
Chloé: All right. It was nice chatting with you. See you around, Citrinne.

A Support:

Citrinne: Ha!
Citrinne: No. This will not do.
Citrinne: I must practice and strengthen myself.
Citrinne: Only then can I protect those I care about.
Citrinne: Hyuh!
Chloé: Good shot! You were right on target.
Citrinne: Chloé? What are you doing here?
Citrinne: Are you lost?
Chloé: Nope. I know I shouldn’t have, but I followed you to see what you were up to.
Chloé: Every time you have somewhere important to be, you come back covered in mud.
Citrinne: Aha. You were worried about me.
Citrinne: I’m sorry.
Chloé: Don’t be.
Chloé: Now I know what the big deal was. You were getting in some extra magic training!
Citrinne: Yes, that’s right.
Citrinne: As I said, I became a retainer through filial connections. I lack the skill required.
Citrinne: I do some extra training every day to make up for that deficit─to build my strength.
Citrinne: I wasn’t trying to keep these sessions a secret. I merely…avoid drawing attention to them.
Chloé: I wish you’d just told me. Then I could’ve helped you out!
Citrinne: You would do that?
Chloé: Sure I would. We’re friends, aren’t we?
Citrinne: Thank you, Chloé.
Chloé: Besides, folk food tastes even better after a good bout of training. You’ll see!
Citrinne: Hehe, is that right?
Citrinne: Who knew there was a way to make fish guts taste even better!