Leona: Do you have any luck pursuing that fish?
MC: He's not a fish, Leona. He's a brilliant, handsome octo—
Leona: —punk.
MC: ...
MC: Leona—
Leona: I'm not judging your taste.
MC: But deep down… you really do, don’t you?
Leona: ...
Leona: Pft— Yes. And I know you’ll just cry your heart out again.
Leona: Remember that faerie you spent two years courting—only for them to leave you shattered? I’d have thought you’d learned your lesson by now.
MC: If love stays open forever, Leona, how could I ever walk away?
Leona: Cringe.
MC: *chuckles*
Azul: This better be worth my time. *had gone up to the surface after the MC begged him to*
MC: Trust me, you’ll be glad you did.
Azul: What is it you want to show me? *still mildly annoyed*
MC: *smiles*
MC: I heard from your grandmother that you’ve grown fond of a certain food from the land, so I went out of my way to prepare it.
Azul: ...
Azul: Fried chicken?
MC: *nods*
Azul: ...
Azul: *frowns*
MC: What's wrong?
Azul: Are you using food to seduce me?
MC: ...
MC: Is that method effective?
Azul: Of course not.










































