C Support:

Fogado: Hmm… What to do, what to do…
Etie: About what, Prince Fogado?
Fogado: Ah, it’s nothing serious. I’m just struggling to come up with ideas for my next party.
Fogado: I want to do something that puts a smile on everyone’s face, but it’s a little tricky.
Etie: What’s so hard about a party?
Fogado: Well, you know, there aren’t many bands available for gigs in wartime.
Fogado: Plus our budget’s really limited, so there’s not much room for error.
Etie: Huh. I hadn’t thought about all that, but you’ve got a point.
Fogado: Oh, what if we have a dessert party? Get together and just eat some sweet treats.
Etie: Desserts are the opposite of a party.
Fogado: Huh… I’ve never met anyone who hated dessert.
Etie: Hate’s a strong word. I just love my muscles too much to load up on empty calories like that.
Etie: What do you say to a workout party instead?
Fogado: What kind of party is that?
Etie: It’s where a bunch of people get together and do nothing but tone their muscles.
Fogado: Huh. Interesting…suggestion, but I don’t think that would be everyone’s cup of tea.
Etie: You don’t think so?
Fogado: Nah. I’ll keep brainstorming. Thanks though.

B Support:

Etie: Prince Fogado, any new party ideas?
Fogado: Ugh, no. It’s been a bumpy road.
Fogado: I considered doing a feast of meats, but most meals have meat, so that’s not special.
Fogado: Then I thought, maybe a vegetarian feast, but Timerra shot that down.
Fogado: Finally I realized, maybe we just do drinks. But then…what if people get hungry?!
Fogado: Why does it have to be so complicated?
Etie: I have two words for you─muscle stimulants.
Fogado: Is that the stuff you’re always drinking?
Etie: Yep. Every musclehead swears by them.
Fogado: Nope, nope, nope. That is not gonna work.
Etie: Why not?
Fogado: Come on─it’s medicine! It probably tastes… well, like medicine.
Etie: Oh, so you’ve tried it?
Fogado: No, but─
Etie: Then how could you possibly know?
Fogado: Well, I… Yeah, I guess you got me there.
Fogado: But still. You think it’ll be fun for people to just hang out and…drink workout juice?
Etie: Haha! Oh, Prince Fogado. You really are clueless.
Etie: Muscle stimulants taste like medicine. You really think we drink them raw every day?
Fogado: I mean… Yeah, kinda.
Etie: I’ve got the makings of an idea for your party. Give me some time to put muscle on its bones.
Fogado: All right, then. I’m waiting with bated breath.

A Support:

Etie: Thanks for showing up, Prince Fogado.
Etie: Today I’m gonna give you a taste of the infinite potential hidden in muscle stimulants.
Etie: Try this one first.
Fogado: Wow, these look delicious!
Etie: Heh. I’ve got dried fruitcake, honey pie, some camel-milk mousse, and these pastries.
Etie: All of them feature my muscle stimulants as a key ingredient.
Fogado: What?!
Fogado: You put your muscle stuff in all of these?
Etie: Every one. But don’t just stand there and stare. Taste them for yourself.
Fogado: All right. Down the hatch…
Fogado: …
Fogado: That’s…that’s really good! It’s sweet, but not so sweet that it overpowers the other flavors.
Etie: I replaced the sugar in that one with some sweet-tasting muscle stimulant.
Etie: That way, I can eat all I want without worrying about losing muscle tone.
Fogado: Wow, delicious and healthy, to boot. I might have to serve these at my next party after all.
Fogado: It’s a totally fresh idea too. Folks can chow down and train up at the same time.
Etie: Told you so.
Fogado: I’d better start planning. You wanna help, Etie? It was your idea, after all.
Etie: Absolutely. On one condition.
Etie: First we run 10 laps around the Somniel. Then 1,000 push-ups, 1,000 sit-ups, and after that…
Fogado: Wha─ Hey, hold on! Why do I have to do all that?
Etie: You’re the host. You should be pushing your body’s limits, like a real musclehead.
Etie: That way, you’ll have the firsthand experience you need to host the party right.
Fogado: OK… But don’t push me too hard, all right? I’ve never done this before.
Etie: Gotcha. I’ll push you just hard enough that you don’t croak.
Fogado: Whoa, whoa! A little gentler than that, if you don’t mind.