Philip. All the travelers are too tactful for this question. But you are a brave, honest young man and I need to know: who do you ship??
Philip: Ship….?
Tressa and Therion: NO, WHY?!
Philip: Like, shipping people?
Primrose: Oh? You know about it?
Philip: What? Is it like, shipping people off to work for others? I’ve heard of things like that before.
Primrose: ….No, not that ship.
Primrose: The one where you pair up two people you think may get along as a couple. Who do you think would look good together as a married couple?
Philip: I… guess that ought to be some kind of different phrase from another continent. Such a random question…
Philip: *still confused* U-Uh, maybe you and Sir Olberic?
Olberic: *laughes* Perhaps we do look good together, but I’m afraid I may be too old to get married now.
Alfyn: Hey, that ain’t true! Anytime is a good time to settle down with a woman!
Primrose: Interesting… what about for the rest of us? *looks at Tressa and Therion, who are both glaring at her*
Philip: Maybe… her *points to Tressa* and him? *points to Alfyn*
Tressa: *sighes* Of course, you’d say that. You know, just because we have similar clothing doesn’t mean we’re going to get married!
Primrose: *ignores Tressa* And what about him? *points to Therion*
Philip: Um, he doesn’t look like he wants to marry anyone…
Tressa: *bursts out laughing*
Therion: Good, cuz I don’t want to. *huffs*
Philip: And, how about you and you? *to Ophilia and Cyrus*
Ophilia: Oh, um, that sounds fine to me. *flustered*
Cyrus: A fine pair indeed.
Therion: You… do know what we’re talking about, right?
Philip: And, I dunno about you *to H’aanit*, sorry.
H’aanit: Nay, tis all well. Thou surprisen me by thy answers so honest.