C Support:

Seadall: Spirit of the cards, cast your divine light so that I may see the correct path forward!
Seadall: HAAA!
Chloé: Seadall! I heard you shouting. What’s going on?
Seadall: Oh, Chloé. I’m in the middle of a very important reading.
Chloé: You yell when you’re reading?
Seadall: Look at this.
Seadall: Right here, before me…meat sizzling on the fire, dripping and juicy. Oh, how tempting.
Seadall: But my dancing will be less than disciplined if I let my passion for savory flavors rule me.
Seadall: My body is my instrument. I must be vigilant. So, here I sit, consulting the cards.
Chloé: Hah, sounds like fun.
Chloé: Well? What did the cards tell you?
Seadall: As much as it pains me to say, it appears I’m not destined to eat this meat.
Chloé: More for me, then!
Seadall: Moon and stars! I thought you’d protest at least a little bit.
Seadall: Oh well, go ahead. Though must you enjoy it so much?
Chloé: Thanks for the meal, Seadall. Next time, it’ll be my treat!
Seadall: If you say so. Sounds…delicious.

B Support:

Chloé: Well, Seadall? What do you think?
Seadall: Is this supposed to be…food?
Chloé: Of course it is.
Seadall: What exactly am I looking at? What are the ingredients? How was it prepared?
Chloé: It’s eggs cooked in sugar.
Seadall: Eggs…from what?
Chloé: From a rare fish caught in Firene’s waters, for the most part.
Seadall: “For the most part”?! What kind of eggs are in here?
Chloé: The delicious kind, of course. You’ve got nothing to worry about.
Seadall: Oh, I’m worried all right.
Seadall: But…you went to all this effort to bring food to me. It would be rude not to give it a try.
Seadall: Ugh, the look…the smell…it’s ruining my appetite…
Chloé: Folk food isn’t for everyone.
Seadall: I’m sorry, Chloé. I don’t think it’s for me.
Chloé: What a shame. This kind of thing might have bold flavors that won’t trip up your footwork.
Seadall: What?!
Seadall: You found a dish…that’s flavorful yet won’t distract my dancing?
Seadall: I spoke too soon. I will eat your folk food.
Chloé: That’s great! Go ahead and dig in.
Seadall: Here we go…
Seadall: …
Chloé: Still can’t stomach it, huh?
Seadall: No, it’s…actually quite tasty. Bitter and sweet, but I like that about it.
Chloé: Really? What a relief. The flavor’s so strong that I was worried you couldn’t keep it down.
Seadall: You wouldn’t believe what I ate when I traveled with the caravan. I have a strong stomach.
Seadall: Maybe sometime you could teach me more about these kinds of dishes.
Chloé: I’d be happy to. And Seadall? Thanks for giving it an honest try.

A Support:

Seadall: And a one, two, three, four…
Chloé: I never get tired of watching you dance.
Seadall: Checking up on me, Chloé? I’d have set up a front-row seat if I’d known you were watching.
Chloé: Well, I didn’t want to interrupt your practice.
Chloé: But I brought some new folk food for you to try: honey-glazed gecko! It’s good for you, I swear.
Seadall: It looks…appetizing, as always. But thank you.
Seadall: The flavors are good. Unusual, no doubt, but I love the sweetness.
Chloé: Aha! Just as I thought.
Chloé: I’ve brought you enough folk food to figure out the secret─you’ll eat anything if it’s sweet!
Seadall: I’m not sure about that…
Chloé: You know, you really are a wonderful dancer. Very graceful, but with such power.
Chloé: Did someone teach you?
Seadall: Yes. I have a master─the teacher in the caravan. He taught me to dance.
Seadall: I guess I should say that I “had” a master.
Chloé: Does that mean…
Seadall: He died during a raid on the caravan. He was protecting me.
Chloé: Oh no…
Seadall: I never got a chance to repay my debt to him. It’s the only fate I couldn’t foresee.
Chloé: But your master’s dancing lives on in you, doesn’t it?
Seadall: I hope so. But I have a long way to go before I achieve his level of skill.
Seadall: Still, I do my best to mesmerize my audience through the sublime art of dance.
Chloé: I have no doubt you’ve done that.
Seadall: Hm-hm. Thank you, Chloé.
Seadall: And now that I’ve eaten, it’s time to dance.
Seadall: I was going to give you a special performance as a thank-you, but how about we dance together?
Chloé: I would love nothing more.