C Support:

Bunet: Ah, what a delicious aroma. It smells so fresh and so…green.
Pandreo: Yeah, I love the smell of fresh-cut grass!
Pandreo: Phew! Looks like that’s the last of the weeds in the Somniel.
Pandreo: Which means we’re done with our Sentinel duties for the day.
Bunet: Does weeding really count as Sentinel duty?
Pandreo: Sure, why not? If we do it, that’s what it is!
Pandreo: Bandits may not come around here, but the Somniel still needs protecting.
Bunet: Hm, yes. We have to defend it from the merciless onslaught of…weeds.
Pandreo: Oh! Bunet, old pal. Don’t forget I’m counting on you to make food for the party.
Bunet: Leave it to me. As always, I will prepare a flawless banquet.
Pandreo: That’s what I like to hear. You’re a man among men, you know that?
Bunet: Think nothing of it. I am glad for any chance to hone my culinary skills.
Pandreo: Oh, that reminds me. I heard there’s gonna be a famous food critic there.
Bunet: Really?!
Pandreo: Yeah! It might be a good chance to show her what you can do.
Bunet: Interesting… In that case, I will prepare an innovative new dish for the occasion.
Bunet: Something that is sure to set the food critic’s eyes alight. Be sure to watch for her reaction.
Pandreo: Why don’t you come see it for yourself?
Bunet: I dislike parties. Too noisy, I find. Like a dish with many strong flavors all at once.
Pandreo: Ah, too bad. I guess that’s the price you pay for those acute senses of yours.
Bunet: Just report back to me afterward. That is all I ask.
Pandreo: You got it, good buddy! Can’t wait to taste the grub you whip up!

B Support:

Bunet: Pandreo, how was the party?
Bunet: Did the critic appreciate my cooking?
Pandreo: Oh, uh, yeah. She was very impressed, but…
Bunet: But?
Pandreo: Well, to be honest, it wasn’t that popular with anyone else.
Bunet: What? But I sampled it myself. The flavor was heavenly.
Pandreo: Oh, don’t get me wrong. It tasted great.
Pandreo: It was just a little too…gourmet. Party food’s gotta be easy to pick up and walk around with.
Bunet: What?! Why?!
Pandreo: You know, people like to mingle while they eat. This felt like a stuffy dinner at the royal court.
Pandreo: I should have said something. I-I know you haven’t been to many parties, after all.
Bunet: …
Pandreo: Don’t beat yourself up, though. It’s not like people didn’t eat it.
Bunet: A chef’s sacred duty is to make the right food for the occasion…and I failed.
Bunet: I made something far worse than a bad dish. I made…the wrong dish.
Pandreo: Bunet, it’s not like that.
Bunet: I am your friend and I let you down. A mere apology will not suffice. Please, strike me.
Pandreo: What?! No! You went to so much trouble making that food. I’m not gonna hit you!
Bunet: I ruined your party, and still you find it in your heart to forgive me… You are a true friend.
Bunet: Pandreo, when is your next get-together?
Pandreo: Looking to redeem yourself, huh?
Bunet: No. At least, not yet. Before redeeming myself, there is something I must do.
Bunet: I must attend…a party.
Pandreo: Whaaat?!

A Support:

Pandreo: Hey, Bunet! What did you think of the party? Pretty fun, right?
Bunet: Ugh…
Pandreo: Oof. That bad, huh?
Bunet: Forgive me… The noise was overwhelming. My head is still spinning.
Pandreo: Oh, I see. That’s probably my fault.
Bunet: I will say, everyone was in high spirits. Even in times like these, good cheer abounded.
Pandreo: That’s the magic of a good shindig! But how about you? Learn anything?
Bunet: Certainly. I came away with many insights.
Bunet: I noticed that you spent most of the time simply listening to people share their troubles.
Pandreo: Well, sure! My parties aren’t all about me. I want to help people feel better, you know?
Pandreo: After all, though I may look like a run-of-the-mill scoundrel, I am a man of the cloth!
Bunet: Yes… Now I see the error I made. I wanted my cooking to steal the show.
Bunet: But good party food lets the conversation take center stage.
Bunet: Headache aside, I’m glad I went. Next time I will cook the perfect dish for you and your guests.
Pandreo: That would be great! Thanks, Bunet.
Pandreo: And hey, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help. Anything at all.
Bunet: Well, there is one thing you can do.
Bunet: Let me give you one little lick.
Pandreo: One little WHAT?!
Pandreo: Um. Uh, you’re kidding, right?
Bunet: No. I’m quite serious.
Bunet: I must understand your festive spirit in order to capture it in my cooking.
Bunet: Now, roll up your sleeve. It’ll be quick. No need to be nervous.
Pandreo: Uh… Hehe…
Bunet: Pandreo? Is something the matter?
Pandreo: I’ve been to some wild parties in my day, but…
Pandreo: That’s a bit too far, even for me!