Fates Supports/Avatar(M) Dwyer
C Support
Avatar: Hmm. I have the strangest sensation that someone's following me...
Dwyer: Hi there.
Avatar: Dwyer? Are you stalking me?
Dwyer: Not you. Your sleeve.
Avatar: What?
Dwyer: If you wouldn't mind...? Your sleeve... has a little hole...right... ...there. May I?
Avatar: Fix it? Uh, sure.
Dwyer: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. There. That should do it.
Avatar: Thanks. I didn't even know my shirt had a hole—or that you could sew.
Dwyer: It was nothing. Less than nothing. Infinitely less than nothing. I'm sure my father makes a huge deal out of mending torn sleeves. But I? In like the wind. Out like a whisper.
Avatar: So I see.
Dwyer: I heard my father sing your praises. May I...?
Avatar: Er, may you what?
Dwyer: Sing your praises. Nothing would make me happier.
Avatar: I suppose. But I haven't really done much worth praising so highly.
Dwyer: Then I will sing that to the heavens! He has done so little! ♪
Avatar: Please, that's not necessary. But thank you.
Dwyer: Now, to make you tea. Now, I'm sure my father has made you tea in his buttling duties. But his tea is the water from the pot of your chamber compared to mine. Prepare to be carried away on a magic carpet ride of tea excellence. Just take a seat over there, if you will, and I'll get the water boiling.
Avatar: Uh, thanks?
B Support
Dwyer: Hi there, Lord Avatar. I'm ready to lavish more superior buttling on you.
Avatar: There's really no need, Dwyer. I've already got—
Dwyer: Observe! A covered cart of pastries! And here the cover comes off... Behold! A mélange of muffins! A panorama of cheesecakes! A scone or two. All baked for your pleasure. By me. Your humble servant.
Avatar: Oh, Dwyer. Thank you. But I can really eat only one—
Dwyer: Eat one? Of course. That's not insulting at all. Why, I should have better gauged the capacity of your stomach. You can eat the rest later. I had prepared a flight of teas to match your full course of pastries. But you leave me no choice. I'll make you ONE cup of perfect tea. Watch the master at work...
Avatar: Oh, Dwyer! That actually smells amazing. What's in that tea?
Dwyer: The finest leaves. The freshest water. Boiled, brewed—and then tickled.
Avatar: You...tickled the tea?
Dwyer: Anything for you.
Avatar: But you know you're not my butler, right? We're friends.
Dwyer: ......
Avatar: Uh, Dwyer?
Dwyer: Are you firing me?
Avatar: What? No! I just feel bad that you're going to all this trouble. I could never do all this for you.
Dwyer: Don't worry yourself with how to ever repay me. It's my pleasure.
Avatar: All right, Dwyer. Keep the muffins coming. If you insist.
Dwyer: I do. And I will. But I feel like I must outdo myself tomorrow. Ah! I know. I will make you the perfect cup of tea.
Avatar: I think this is perfect enough.
Dwyer: That?! That is FILTH. The perfect cup requires mint from a nearly unclimbable cliff near here. How will I get it though? It's hardly ever at the market in town. Hmph!
Avatar: Well, don't put yourself out too much. Like I said, this tea is good.
Dwyer: Good, eh? I will bear that insult in the best of spirits. Think nothing of it. I will get that mint for you somehow. I swear it on my life.
Avatar: Th-thanks, Dwyer.
A Support
Avatar: Hi, Dwyer. Can I bother you for a moment?
Dwyer: Do you have to ask, Lord Avatar? No, you don't.
Avatar: I have something for you.
Dwyer: For me?
Avatar: I wanted to do a little something for you. Since you go above and beyond for me.
Dwyer: Unnecessary. You shouldn't have. I will pen you a thank-you note. With paper I will make from fresh pulp. With a feather plucked from a goose. And ink squeezed from a squid. I'll just go do that now.
Avatar: No, wait. I haven't even given you my gift yet, Dwyer. Here, open it.
Dwyer: But these... Are these...? They can't be... These are the mint leaves for the perfect cup of tea.
Avatar: You did want these, didn't you?
Dwyer: Please tell me you found these at the town market. Please!
Avatar: No. I had to find them in the wild.
Dwyer: Not atop the nearly unclimbable cliffs! No, you didn't!
Avatar: I did. I have to admit, it was a little scary getting up there.
Dwyer: ......
Avatar: So, you like it, right?
Dwyer: Are you kidding? NO! Who in their right mind would like this?!
Avatar: Excuse me?
Dwyer: You put yourself in terrible danger to get this mint. It makes me sick. Get this mint AWAY from me!
Avatar: I...I don't know what to say.
Dwyer: Just to be clear—I've pledged myself to your happiness. Muffins galore! Cheesecake beyond compare! Scones, if you must. I'll shine your shoes so bright, you'll blind yourself looking at them. And, of course, I'll make you tea. But I can't do any of that if you're lying in a broken heap at the bottom of a cliff.
Avatar: I'm sorry.
Dwyer: Sorry doesn't cut the mustard. Promise me, Lord Avatar. Tell me you'll never do anything so utterly idiotic ever again.
Avatar: Oh. I promise?
Dwyer: Well, now that we've settled that, care for a cup of mint tea?
Avatar: What? But you just—
Dwyer: What's done is done. Still, it'd be a tragedy to let this mint go to waste. I'll get the water on the boil right away, Lord Avatar...
