C Support:

Zelkov: At last, Clanne… I have tracked you down.
Clanne: Ahh!
Clanne: Y-y-you frightened me! …Um, you’re Zelkov, right?
Zelkov: Indeed. Interesting… Has something in particular about me frightened you?
Clanne: Uh, mostly your face, I guess…
Zelkov: You mean to say I have an unsettling visage?
Clanne: Uh, um, I mean… Did you need me for something?
Zelkov: Yes. I am going to ask you a question. You will provide your answer immediately.
Clanne: Eep!
Clanne: Did…did I…do something?
Zelkov: Not yet. But that is about to change.
Clanne: Wh-what do you mean?
Zelkov: I have a problem that can only be resolved by your particular skills.
Clanne: What skills? I-I don’t have any skills…at crime stuff.
Zelkov: What was that? Speak up. Allow your voice to carve through the silence like a knife.
Zelkov: Otherwise I may begin to feel you lack the conviction to assist me.
Clanne: No, no, no! It’s fine─totally fine! Haha! Happy to help!
Clanne: Just…please stop making that scary face.
Zelkov: Excellent. Thank you. Now, please keep this discussion solely between us.

B Support:

Clanne: Ooh gosh… Ooh geez… What kind of horrible thing is he going to make me do?
Clanne: What if he wants me to be an accomplice to a crime? I can’t do it. I can’t accomple!
Zelkov: The moment is upon us, Clanne. You must instruct me in the art of pickles.
Clanne: Huh?
Zelkov: Pickles, Clanne. I must learn them. You must teach them to me.
Zelkov: Whispers abound that your prowess in the way of pickles is unmatched. Is this not so?
Clanne: No, that’s true. I do really like making pickles.
Clanne: So the skill I have that you need…is pickling?
Clanne: Hah, that’s a relief! I thought you were going to ask me to do something…I don’t know, sinister.
Zelkov: I assure you, my pickle aspirations are not nefarious.
Zelkov: Now dispense with the japes if you would be so kind. This is a serious matter.
Zelkov: I have recently taken up a pursuit of the culinary arts.
Clanne: Oh, you started cooking? That’s nice! I think that’s wonderful.
Zelkov: I have mastered numerous dishes. But a certain sauce with minced pickles eludes my grasp.
Zelkov: My technique requires refinement.
Clanne: Couldn’t you just, um, buy some pickles from the market?
Zelkov: And soar to greatness on stolen wings? Absolutely not. The pickles will be mine.
Clanne: Ahh… And that’s where I come in.
Clanne: OK, sure. I’d be happy to teach you anything you want to know about making pickles.
Zelkov: Marvelous.
Clanne: So, since I’m teaching you, I trust you’ll be a good pupil?
Zelkov: Of course. The fate of my sauce is at stake.

A Support:

Zelkov: Urg…
Clanne: Zelkov? What’s wrong? You’re making that scary face again.
Clanne: Uh-oh, did the sauce not turn out well?
Zelkov: …
Clanne: I…I guess not. Sorry to hear that. I wish I could have done more to help.
Zelkov: Taste it.
Clanne: Huh? But I thought it didn’t turn out…
Zelkov: Taste it.
Clanne: OK…
Clanne: Well, um, let’s see here… Uh…
Clanne: Wait, what?! This is delicious!
Clanne: The pickles are sweet and sour in perfect balance. This sauce is amazing!
Zelkov: Indeed.
Clanne: So, why do you look so upset? You mastered the sauce, right?
Zelkov: Yes. The sauce is perfect. But now there is an even greater struggle.
Zelkov: I do not know a dish that is worthy of it.
Clanne: Oooh. That’s why you look scary.
Zelkov: I was certain the sauce would be my triumph. Only now do I see the depths of my foolishness.
Clanne: I think my pickles go with everything, but the best pairing would probably be with red meat.
Zelkov: Meat, you say?
Clanne: Waaah! You’re doing the scary face again!
Zelkov: You are a savant, Clanne. A culinary genius. I find myself once again in your debt.
Zelkov: If there exists a meat dish worthy of this sauce then you and I shall taste it.
Clanne: Y-yeah, um…sure. OK. I’m starting to get used to that face, anyway.
Clanne: I’ll accompany you to the very end of this journey, as we make delicious food together!