C Support:

Ivy: Louis.
Louis: Yes, Princess Ivy?
Ivy: You always seem so cheerful. Is there some particular reason for it?
Louis: No, this is simply my default expression.
Ivy: How curious.
Ivy: It may be due to my own reservedness that your demeanor leaves such an impression on me.
Louis: It’s true, now that you mention it, that I haven’t seen much cheer in you.
Louis: And what a sight that would be to see!
Ivy: What are you suggesting?
Louis: I have a keen eye for observing the way people socialize, you see.
Ivy: This is not reassuring.
Louis: Which is why I was so powerfully struck by the idea of seeing you in such a context.
Louis: The princess Ivy, among dear friends, wearing a wide grin…what a captivating thought!
Ivy: I will thank you not to cast me for any role in your imaginary theater.
Louis: The first step is to figure out what you might have cause to celebrate.
Louis: I think it may help if you accompany me for a time.
Ivy: …
Ivy: Your dedication to your goals, off-putting as they may be, is impressive.
Ivy: Very well, Louis of Firene. If your ambition is to make me smile, I invite you to do your best.
Louis: My best is all I can do, Princess Ivy.

B Support:

Louis: What do you think, Princess Ivy? Does the sight of a pleasant gathering prompt any feelings?
Ivy: No. Nothing.
Louis: How strange. I, for my part, find great comfort in their mundane joys and idle chatter.
Ivy: It would seem that phenomenon is unique to you.
Louis: Oh? What a pity.
Ivy: Was that the full extent of your plan?
Ivy: Did you actually pin all your hopes on this sight inspiring me to…chat?
Louis: No. I haven’t quite given up.
Louis: Though I don’t as yet have any other ideas.
Louis: Until I do, would you like a cup of tea? I’ll put on a pot of the black tea blend I’ve been saving.
Ivy: Tea does sound lovely, actually. Thank you.
Louis: Aha!
Ivy: What? What is it?
Louis: I thought I detected the faintest hint of a smile just now.
Ivy: Did you?
Louis: Can I take it, then, that you like black tea?
Ivy: Yes. But if I happened to seem pleased, that was not the reason.
Ivy: I simply find your dedication to these efforts rather amusing.
Louis: There’s nothing so amusing about it. A princess’s joy is a radiant thing.
Ivy: Hm.
Louis: Ah! Was that another smile?
Ivy: Oh, enough. You promised me tea. Let’s have it!
Louis: Haha, as you wish, Princess Ivy.

A Support:

Ivy: Louis, would you indulge me with another cup of that wonderful tea?
Louis: You’ve put me in an awkward position, Princess Ivy.
Ivy: If you are busy, it can certainly wait…
Louis: It isn’t that. The problem for me is your recent mood.
Ivy: Still disappointed that I don’t smile as easily as you’d like?
Louis: Not at all. You were incandescent with joy when you entered the room, in fact.
Ivy: Was I?
Louis: It is the very incandescence of that joy which poses such a problem for me, you see.
Louis: Did you not realize how brightly you shone?
Ivy: No… I did not.
Louis: Such unadulterated joy isn’t meant for my like. It should be reserved for others like yourself.
Louis: My role is merely to facilitate these bright moments and then recede until I am needed.
Ivy: Haha, I…have no idea how to respond to that.
Louis: And now a laugh?! All of this is wasted on me, Princess Ivy.
Louis: It is peculiar, though…
Louis: I still haven’t the faintest idea of what causes you to beam this way.
Ivy: How dare you?
Ivy: I am not a monster, you know. I am capable of smiling around friends and allies.
Louis: Is that what I am in your eyes? An ally? Even… a friend?
Ivy: Don’t be ridiculous. Hurry up and make the tea, would you?
Louis: As you wish, Princess Ivy. I’ll brew the most exceptional pot of tea you’ve ever tasted.
Ivy: I expect only the best from you, Louis.