Yang: You know, It's funny. Myrtenaster is Smitten with Crocea Mors, but Weiss won't give Jaune the Time of day.
Myrtenaster: Sir Mors! It would Be My pleasure to Wipe that Dirt off your armor!
Crocea Mors: Don't 'Sir' Me please, I wasn't the one that was knighted. 'Sides, The kids gotta learn to care for is equipment.
Blake: Yeah. It's like the Opposite of an Apple falling far from the tree.
Weiss: Jaune, Please, for the good graces of us both, STOP ASKING ME ON DATES.
~After Returning to Remnant~
Weiss: Are you Jealous Merry?
Myrtenaster: *Watching Crocea and Long Memory* ... Of course I am Mistress Weiss.
Weiss: ... Wanna talk about it?
Myrtenaster: ... He simply wants what I cannot give him, and that's that. I can be happy for him, and sad for myself. I wish them the best, if for any reason then my own selfish desire to see Sir Mors smile.
Weiss: That's Very mature of you Merry.
Myrtenaster: Speaking of 'Mature~'
Myrtenaster: If you want Jaune, you must speak to him about it. If you linger without being honest, it can only lead to heartbreak. It's what Happened to Pyrrha, is it not?
Myrtenaster: He needs time to readjust, but Time is not yet on our side.
Myrtenaster: ... and Mistress Nikos would want the same for Jaune, if you'd make him happy. She was Kind like that.
Weiss: ... Thank you, Myrtenaster. Though if I may ask you to be beside me in this congress, I'd be appreciative.
Myrtenaster: Of Course Mistress. Let's be off. *Forms into Rapier*
Blake: *Watching From a distance* Hmm.
Yang: Whatcha' Thinking about Kit-Kat?
Yang: ... and the Apples that fall from them?
Blake: I'm proud of Weiss.
Yang: Yeah. I've been rooting for them since day one you know.
Blake: Heh. Sure you were.
Yang: I'm Serious! Ever since he Started knocking on our door ...