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Travel Banter: Falling in Love

Ochette: Aggie! The man over there asked me to give this to you.

Agnea: A letter? I wonder what it says…

“I never believed in love at first sight until I saw you.” “Would you have dinner with me? I know where they serve the finest meat in town.”

Castti: Why, this is…

Throne: A love letter!

Ochette: The finest meat in town…You’re going right, Aggie?

Castti: You’re drooling, Ochette…

Throne: Everything is an experience, Agnea.

Castti: But not every experience needs to be had. Men can be wolves, but you’re no sheep.

Ochette: Awoooo!

Agnea: H-hold on just a moment! I am flattered, but…I think I need to refuse. We’re in the middle of a journey. I doubt I’ll have much time for romance.

Castti: A wise decision. You have a good head on your shoulder, Agnea.

Agnea: I…I didn’t know people actually sent love letters…

Castti: I’m surprised. I would’ve thought you’d have gotten piles of them back in your hometown.

Throne: You mentioned you were close with a certain tavern keep, didn’t you?

Agnea: G-G-Gus!? But he’s just a friend!

Throne: Perhaps to you. But are you sure he feels the same? You’ve fallen in love before, haven’t you, Agnea?

Agnea: L-love, huh…

Ochette: Huh? How do you fall into love?

Castti: It’s hard to explain, but…you’ll know when your heart starts to flutter.

Ochette: Hmm…I don’t get it…

Throne: By the by, what is romance like for beastlings?

Ochette: Well, my ma and pa bonded over their love of meat!

Throne: I…I see.

Agnea: If we’re talking about when our hearts flutter, mine certainly has! In fact, it just won’t stop whenever I make someone laugh or smile with my dancing.

Throne: Hah, you truly were born for the stage, Agnea.

Agnea: What makes your heart flutter, Castti?

Castti: Hmm…I suppose whenever someone shows me their vulnerable side. It makes me want to protect them.

Ochette: You’re a real mother hen, Castti!

Throne: I can’t stand weaklings.

Castti: Oh? Then what makes your heart flutter, Throne?

Throne: …When they wag their tail.

Agnea: Are you talking about…dogs?

Throne: Hah, of course I am. They’re so adorable and they love me, too.

Ochette: Ohhh, I get it now!

Throne: You do…?

Ochette: Feeling in love is like…when you see someone you like and your tail won’t stop wagging! Heh heh. It’s pretty embarrassing, isn’t it?

Castti: ! Could it be…

Agnea: …Ochette’s fallen in love, too?

Travel Banter: Memories of Youth

Partitio: Comin’ to a tavern never fails to remind me that I’m a man grown now. Feels like my childhood was a lifetime ‘n’ a half ago.

Temenos: Haha. Might I ask what you were like in your youth, Partitio?

Partitio: Me? I was trying’ to be a merchant, just like Pops. I spent my days learnin’ everything I could from sunup to sundown. Not much has changed, now that I think about it.

Temenos: I see. You’ve always been dedicated to mastering your craft, then.

Partitio: Heh, guess so. Say, Osvald, what were you like as a kid?

Osvald: My days were spent reading. I thought I had all the time in the world back then. But now I realise how naive I was. Time is finite. One must choose wisely how to spend it.

Temenos: I know precisely how you feel. Life was much simpler when we were children. Wasn’t it?

Partitio: And you, Temenos?

Temenos: Well…Long ago, my friend Ron was bedridden with a high fever. At the time, I could do nothing but pray for him. I begged the gods to save his life.

Partitio: So you were a stand-up fella even back then, huh.

Temenos: Haha…If I could speak to my younger self now, I would say thus: “Rely not on the gods, but your own power to save him.”

Osvald: …

Partitio: I guess as time goes by…we all change, just like the seasons.

Temenos: We cannot remain children forever.

Osvald: Indeed. Our youth is gone…and shall not return.