Awakening Supports/Noire Owain

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Noire:
Hnnnnrrrrggghhh!

Owain:
Whoa, Noire! That's an awful big load you've got. What are you up to?

Noire:
Eep! ...O-oh! Hello, Owain. I'm just bringing some ingredients back from the market.

Owain:
Geez, they look heavy. Here, lemme help you.

Noire:
Um, but...are you sure?

Owain:
Sure, I'm sure! Just drop 'em there, and let your white knight take over!

Noire:
I'm sorry for the trouble. Thank you.

Owain:
I'm a lone wolf by nature, but the call of an innocent in distress still— By the red hair of Eliwood! This really is heavy! Is all this stuff for tonight's dinner?

Noire:
No, not exactly. I thought I'd try my hand at confections.

Owain:
Ah! And what do you have to confess? Go on now, you can tell old Owain!

Noire:
Er, no. "Confections." Baked sweets. Little cakes and the like? So I've got flour, milk, eggs, honey, and a few random fruits.

Owain:
Wow, I didn't know you were such an amazing cook!

Noire:
Um, well, I haven't cooked anything yet. Actually, this is my first attempt. But maybe you might...try it? I mean...if you...want?

Owain:
I'd love to! My sword hand is always hungry for conventions!

Noire:
Um, "confections." It's pronounced... N-never mind. Thanks, Owain. I'll try not to let you down.

B Support

Owain:
Hey, Noire! I'm here to put some cake in my belly!

Noire:
Eep! O-Owain! Hello...

Owain:
Whoa, it smells amazing in here! It's making my mouth water.

Noire:
I hope it's all right. Some of these proportions are a bit tricky.

Owain:
I'll let my stomach be the final arbiter of quality here. Give me that! *Horf, snorf, chomp* By the juggled axe of Kieran! This is amazing!

Noire:
R-really? Oh, I'm so glad...

Owain:
It's like a lightning bolt of flavor from a fluffy nimbus of perfect texture! Is this your mother's recipe? Because it tastes like magic!

Noire:
I'd always wanted to try it, but... Well, we never had the ingredients.

Owain:
Ha! Tell me about it! I spent most of my time in the future eating bugs. So what do you call this delicious morsel, anyway?

Noire:
I...I don't know. The recipe never mentioned a name.

Owain:
Then I must give it one!

Noire:
Er... You will?

Owain:
Sure! If you don't know it, I doubt anybody does, so I may as well give it a new one!

Noire:
I... I suppose that's okay.

Owain:
A harmonious clash of sweet and bitter rise up through a field of earthen brown... A single whole, when sliced, shows two tiers joined by icing, as two hearts by love... It's coming to me... Brace yourself! It's...coming...to...me...! Behold! The Garden of Eternal Devotion!

Noire:
That's... That's beautiful, Owain! You're a poet! You just poemed!

Owain:
I did? I mean, um... Ha ha ha! Of course I did!

Noire:
Oh, there are so many cakes I'd like to have you try! But even here in the past, this stupid war makes it hard to find ingredients.

Owain:
Ha! Never fear, my dear chef! I'm sure we'll figure something out.

Noire:
Um, so if I do...will you name it again? L-like before? I mean, like a poem?

Owain:
S-sure, why not?!

A Support

Owain:
Hey, Noire!

Noire:
Eep! H-hello, Owain...

Owain:
Any chance you could whip up another cake? I'm craving something sweet.

Noire:
Oh, I'm so sorry! But I'm all out of ingredients.

Owain:
Ah... I figured as much.

Noire:
I really am sorry...

Owain:
Don't apologize! It's just one more reason for me to fight for peace!

Noire:
I...I was looking forward to hearing your poems again.

Owain:
You're really stuck on that, huh?

Noire:
Eep! S-sorry! I didn't mean to—

Owain:
Heh, you sure are jumpy. Anyway, if you could make any cake you wanted, what would it be? The last one tasted like chocolate, but there have to be other kinds.

Noire:
Well, there are sweet breads you eat with jam and butter... Um, and then spongy cakes that you put berries on... All kinds, really. I don't know which one I'd like to try.

Owain:
Oof, I shouldn't have asked... I'm drooling just hearing about them!

Noire:
S-say, Owain...?

Owain:
Hm?

Noire:
Could describing them be enough to come up with a name? I mean, um... Could you maybe poem a cake that didn't exist yet?

Owain:
Sorry, no can do. The engine of inspiration is sparked by frosting on the palate. It's like the flavor shakes the words out of my very soul!

Noire:
Oh. ...Then I'll just have to try doubly hard to find ingredients.

Owain:
Just don't do anything crazy, all right? I don't want you robbing an old lady's larder or something.

Noire:
I won't do...that.

Owain:
I don't want to know!

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Noire:
O-Owain! I made another cake!

Owain:
You did? Can I have a bite? Please? Pretty please?!

Noire:
Of course! I...I made it for you.

Owain:
Ooh, now this looks great! Don't blink or you'll miss this disappearing act! *Horf, norf, snarf, chomp, shlurp* ...BRAAAAAAAAAP! Oh, gods. I feel it! ...I feel inspiration! Get ready! Here it comes!

Noire:
I've never been so ready in my life!

Owain:
The flavors swirl like veining in the marble walls of a giant cakey cathedral! A symphony of scent scintillates the space with notes of supple spice! Citrus-tinged light shines forth as if through a stained-glass window! Here...it...COOOOOMES... The High Temple of Austere Majesty!

Noire:
A...t-temple? My cake is a temple?

Owain:
And at its altar, a prince and princess exchange their wedding vows!

Noire:
A royal wedding?! Oh my goodness!

Owain:
Oh, Noire! I cannot bear the thought of life without your sweet cakes! Marry me, Noire! Marry me!

Noire:
...... Heh... Heh heh heh... Mwah ha ha ha ha ha! BLOOD AND THUNDER!

Owain:
Gah! L-look! I'm sorry! You can just say no if you want! It's totally fine!

Noire:
YOU STOLE IT!

Owain:
I stole wh-what?!

Noire:
YOU STOLE MY PLAN! The cake was but a way to butter you up before asking the same question! And now you have o'erstepped your bounds and ruined my plan! INSOLENCE!

Owain:
B-but wait! We both get what we want! Who cares who asks who first?!

Noire:
...... ...Oh. R-right. Yes, of course. I'm terribly sorry. I shouldn't have yelled, Owain. I was just a bit...overcome.

Owain:
Hey, I know how it goes. I have trouble reining it in sometimes, too. Maybe that's another reason why we'd be good for each other? ...Maybe?

Noire:
Oh, Owain! I am so very fond of you! I love how you chew with your mouth open! I love how you name your utensils! I love it all!

Owain:
Now you're making ME feel a little overcome!

Noire:
Hee hee!