C Support:

Etie: Hey, Panette. How’s it going?
Panette: Quite well, thank you.
Panette: You appear to be in good health yourself, Etie.
Etie: Yep. Good eye.
Etie: Hmm.
Etie: Hmm… Hmph.
Panette: Hm… Is something the matter?
Etie: Oh, sorry. I’m being rude.
Etie: Ahem.
Etie: Panette, your stylish fashion sense and refined speech are peerless.
Panette: Why, thank you. That is most kind.
Etie: There’s just one problem.
Panette: Oh?
Etie: You’re hiding something.
Panette: Whatever do you mean? I assure you, I am not.
Etie: You carry yourself like a noblewoman, but… you are not one. I smell a fake.
Panette: Why, that is…ludicrous! Slanderous, even!
Etie: So you won’t admit it. Fine.
Etie: If being blunt won’t work, I’ll have to get sneaky.
Etie: See you around, Panette.
Panette: Good gracious. Where did that come from?

B Support:

Etie: Sorry in advance, Panette…
Etie: HYYYAH!
Panette: What the?!
Panette: Who’s there?!
Panette: Whoever it is, you got three seconds to show yourself before I crack your skull!
Panette: Three… Two… One…
Etie: Cool it, will you?! It’s me!
Panette: Huh?!
Panette: Etie? What the heck are you doing here?
Panette: I mean… Etie! Heh, how very unexpected!
Etie: Heh heh, got you, Panette. You went and showed your true colors.
Panette: Whatever do you mean? I was merely, uh…
Etie: Don’t bother denying it.
Etie: All that hoity-toity stuff is just for show. Right then? That was the real you.
Etie: This noblewoman act is completely phony.
Panette: No! I already told you, that is simply not true!
Etie: What are you so upset about? I didn’t mean it in a bad way.
Panette: How else could you possibly mean it?
Etie: I’ve got to run, but I’ll explain some other time. Take care.
Panette: Um, all right. Farewell, then.

A Support:

Etie: Hey there, Panette. Sorry for ambushing you the other day.
Panette: I must say, you gave me quite a fright.
Etie: I didn’t do it to be mean.
Etie: I just wanted to get past that front you put up.
Etie: And the reason I did it is because…in a sense, I’m the same way.
Panette: You mean…you are of common birth as well?
Panette: You were a wild, vulgar runaway who picked fights with anyone who crossed her path?
Etie: Not all of THAT, but… Here. Go ahead and feel my abs.
Panette: If you insist…
Panette: Good gracious me!
Panette: These are muscles?! It feels as if you are smuggling bullion in here.
Etie: Yeah. I work out. You know any other noblewomen with abs like these?
Panette: I suspect there’s nary a one.
Etie: I might look like a lady, but deep down, I’ll never be one. You’ve heard that too, I bet.
Panette: Yes, indeed I have.
Etie: I knew it!
Etie: I thought I was the only one in the world with this problem, but now there’s two of us.
Etie: Maybe we can help each other out.
Panette: I would like that.
Panette: Haha, though its start was somewhat unusual, I think this will be a wonderful friendship.
Panette: Etie and Panette, the rampaging redheads! Heaven help any fool who crosses us!
Etie: I got you a gift! Since we’re gonna be friends and all.
Panette: My, what gorgeous flowers!
Etie: They grow in my hometown. They’re associated with eccentric ladies and true connections.
Etie: Seem fitting to mark the start of a friendship between two tough gals like us.
Panette: It is as though this breed of flower was made just for us. How very touching.
Etie: I think we’ll have a lot to learn from each other. Don’t you?
Panette: Certainly! To start, perhaps you can tell me how you managed that sneak attack.