Clair: Ah! Salutations, Alm.
Alm: H-hello, Clair…
Clair: And just what are you guffawing at? Such behavior is unspeakably boorish!
Alm: Sorry! Sorry. Very sorry. It’s just…who says, “Salutations!” on a battlefield?
Clair: Wh— Bu— I say it! Oh, very well. How would our fearless leader have me greet him instead?
Alm: Ha ha! I’m not criticizing the way you speak, Clair. In fact, I like that about you.
Clair: Y-you do?
Clair: Oh! Alm! Salutations and…um… felicitations?
Alm: Hey, Clair. How are you— wait, “felicitations”?
Clair: Was that too much? I fear these are rather difficult to devise.
Alm: You’re…inventing new greetings? Is this because of what I said?
Clair: What? No! Perish the thought! …I merely felt like being creative. *sigh* Oh, posh. Fine. I admit it. You said you liked my greetings, and I perhaps…wanted you to like me more.
Alm: But Clair, I like you the way you ARE. You’re proud, overbearing, and don’t give a damn what people think of you.
Clair: I am NOT overbearing! A boy will take that back at once! I’m the queen of Zofian high society! Why should I care what YOU think?
Alm: Ha ha ha! THERE’S the Clair I like.
Clair: Salutations, Alm!
Alm: Salutations, Clair.
Clair: Tell me, were you not mesmerized and bewitched by my fighting today?
Alm: Oh, riveted! How could I look away? You’re like a Valkyrie descended. I know that I’LL never trifle with the queen of high society.
Clair: Ha! Not if you value your life. Heh. And oh dear, a Valkyrie… Goodness!
Alm: Heh heh. I’m glad you enjoyed that.
Clair: Truth be told, I needed a good chuckle. Alm, may I tell you something? When you said you like me the way I am, that meant a great deal to me. Because I care for you too—and how we laugh together over the silliest things. I feel simply wonderful when we are together.
Alm: Wow. Thanks, Clair. That’s very nice of you to say. You’re kind of making me blush…
Clair: Ha ha ha.