C Support:

Etie: Another delicious-looking spread for dinner.
Etie: Ooo, and they’ve got baked potatoes tonight. Lucky for me there’s still one left.
Etie: Gotta get my starches in, after all!
Etie: Feels like everything’s going my way.
Goldmary: Oh! I’m going to step in here. Excuse me.
Etie: Did you just… That baked potato was mine!
Goldmary: Then you should have taken it instead of staring at it.
Etie: Ugh! This is just the kind of thing I’d expect an Elusian to do.
Goldmary: Only when there are Firenese in the way.
Etie: I don’t think you want to push this with me, lady. Hand over the baked potato.
Goldmary: Respectfully, I decline.
Etie: You “decline”? That’s a fine thing to say for a potato thief!
Goldmary: I can’t steal what wasn’t yours to begin with. Any authority figure would agree.
Etie: That’s it. No more talk. Gimme that potato!
Goldmary: Mmm… No.
Etie: You can’t just eat it!
Goldmary: Delicious. Mm.
Goldmary: Sorry, I got distracted for a moment there. What were you saying?
Etie: Urgh! Have it your way! But don’t think this is over─you’re gonna pay!

B Support:

Etie: Hey, you Elusian weirdo. We gotta talk.
Goldmary: I’m sorry, I must have misheard you. Who are we talking about?
Etie: You heard me just fine.
Etie: What possessed you to spend three hours before battle polishing silverware?
Goldmary: I don’t see how that’s any of your business.
Goldmary: But since we’re asking questions, indulge me. What’s the point of your excessive exercise?
Etie: What kind of question is that?!
Etie: We’re at war! Silverware doesn’t keep you alive in battle. Muscle does.
Goldmary: I’m sorry, what?
Etie: Do you think your perfectly folded clothes are going to help you put a dent in the Corrupted?
Goldmary: Excuse me, what? What?
Etie: Quit it with the “whats”!
Goldmary: Are you actually implying that I’m not in condition to survive a battle?
Goldmary: If that’s what you think, I’m going to have to ask you to get out of my face.
Etie: What did you say?!
Goldmary: You are looking at the very picture of elegance and grace. My condition defines pristine.
Goldmary: I’m sorry if all your pointless sweating has drained away your aesthetic taste.
Etie: Ugh! What’s wrong with you?!
Goldmary: I was about to ask you the same thing.

A Support:

Goldmary: Hello, Etie. Thanks for meeting with me. I was hoping we could talk.
Etie: I don’t know why you called me here, but it had better be good.
Goldmary: This may sound a little peculiar, but would you mind giving me your hands?
Etie: What for?
Goldmary: I said some unfair things to you. Perhaps if I can feel your strength, I will learn to appreciate it.
Goldmary: So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to see how your hands feel. I’ll put out the light so you can relax.
Etie: Uhh… Sure, I guess.
Goldmary: You really are strong. I can tell by the calluses how devoted you are to honing that strength.
Etie: Well…yeah.
Goldmary: Seeing how your dedication shapes who you are has helped me understand. Thank you.
Goldmary: Here─take my hands, if you’d like. Maybe you’ll understand who I am a little better.
Etie: Does that work?
Goldmary: Only one way to find out.
Etie: Whoa! Is your skin seriously this smooth?
Goldmary: Of course.
Etie: I’ve never felt anything like this. You must put in some real effort to get it that way.
Goldmary: I’m sorry for asking this of you so suddenly. I know it’s an odd way to get to know someone.
Etie: Hehe, a little. But I learned more about you than I thought.
Etie: You showed me there’s more to life than being ready for war. I have to be ready for peace too.
Goldmary: You see?
Goldmary: Perhaps we can learn from one another after all.
Goldmary: I’d be happy to give you advice on elegance in exchange for tips on my exercise routine.
Etie: Sure! I love coaching people.
Etie: Between you and me, a big part of this is protein powder. I’ll set some aside for you.
Goldmary: That sounds wonderful. If you’d like a lotion for your hands, I know several good ones.
Etie: Haha, look at us. It didn’t take much for us to start getting along, huh?
Etie: Maybe I should actually thank you for swiping that last baked potato.
Goldmary: No need to thank me for that. I was stealing, after all.
Goldmary: I’m looking forward to learning from you, Etie. I hope you feel the same.