Fates Supports/Dwyer Percy
C Support
Dwyer: There you go... Drink it up, Ace... You really like my coffee, huh? (dragon roar)
Percy: Ace! There you are!
Dwyer: Hello, Percy. Nice dragon you've got there. He's got excellent taste.
Percy: I'm sorry that I left you alone for so long, Ace! My pop needed me. And you know what happens when Pop starts talking—he never stops! Hey! What's that you're drinking, Ace?
Dwyer: A bucket of my best coffee.
Percy: C-coffee?!
Dwyer: Who knew dragons liked it? Maybe they don't. But my coffee is irresistible.
Percy: Ace is usually really picky. Only water from the purest rivers and lakes! Coffee is so icky. Why'd he want to drink something that looks like muddy water?
Dwyer: My coffee? Muddy?
Percy: How did you force Ace to drink it? Did you put a hunk of raw meat in the bucket?
Dwyer: Perish the thought! I was simply pouring myself some coffee when your dragon blundered in. His stomach was growling, and he licked the back of my neck. Ace was going to eat me. As I said, he does have excellent taste. But I gave him something better than me. Which is my coffee. That was that.
Percy: Thanks, Dwyer! I haven't seen Ace make the happy face in a long time!
Dwyer: Don't mention it.
Percy: But I'm sad that I can't get Ace to make his happy face anymore. I know, Dwyer! Teach me how to make that coffee stuff!
Dwyer: No need. I'll make it for him anytime you want. Just ask.
Percy: Ace is my partner in justice. I should know how to make him happy. Besides, everyone is always talking about coffee. I should know how to make it.
Dwyer: But it took me years to learn the secrets of making coffee...
Percy: I can do it! Please, please, please?
Dwyer: It seems I have no choice. Your dragon is giving me threatening looks.
Percy: I swear that I'll do my best.
Dwyer: Fine. Anything to spare myself the indignity of being an appetizer.
Percy: Thanks! You won't regret this. I'll be the best coffee apprentice ever!
Dwyer: All right, Percy. See you in class.
B Support
Dwyer: All right. Next step. Watch carefully. Pour the water over the coffee grounds...
Percy: Pour it! Yes! Understood!
Dwyer: No, Percy, watch and listen. Pour the water slowly, clockwise... then counterclockwise. Keep pouring until the water rises to the top of the strainer, over the grounds. Wait several minutes as the coffee trickles into the pot below.
Percy: Um, and you warmed up the cup beforehand. Right?
Dwyer: Yes. Otherwise the cup cools the coffee from its ideal serving temperature. Now you try it all. Warm the coffee cup first.
Percy: Take THAT, cup!
Dwyer: Whoa, whoa, whoa! You don't throw the cup into the open flame! You heat water first, then pour it into the cup to warm it.
Percy: Oh, that's right. Lemme just get that cup back out of the— OW! HOT HOT HOT!
Dwyer: Yes, Percy. If you stick your hand into an open flame, it's hot. Did you burn yourself?
Percy: I'm...I'm all right.
Dwyer: Let me fetch some salve for that, to be safe. Just one moment.
Percy: Sorry I'm such a pain, Dwyer...
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Percy: Making coffee is hard, Dwyer.
Dwyer: Sure it is, but don't kick yourself too hard. I flubbed my first five hundred cups.
Percy: I always rush into things. I didn't know it would be this difficult. I'll never be any good at this.
Dwyer: No? Well then... You'll save me a lot of trouble if you just give up.
Percy: Huh?
Dwyer: Time is precious. Mine more than most. I'd prefer not to waste it.
Percy: Then I'm not giving up! I wouldn't want any of the time you've already spent on me going to waste!
Dwyer: That's...not exactly what I meant. But all right. Let's start over from the beginning.
Percy: I'll do it right this time, Dwyer!
A Support
Percy: The coffeepot is warmed up... The coffee grounds are in the filter...
Dwyer: Yes, excellent. Now pour the hot water just right, Percy...
Percy: Right. Clockwise...
Dwyer: Take it nice and slow. You mustn't rush steeping the grounds.
Percy: Then counterclockwise... Please be delicious...please be delicious... please be delicious... Now, wait a few minutes...
Dwyer: All right. That's enough. How time flies when you're brewing! Now pour from the pot into the cup.
Percy: And...perfect!
Dwyer: Let me be the judge of that. *sip* Hmm. *sip, sip* Not bad.
Percy: Really?! Gimme! Hey! You're right! Not bad! I just hope that Ace will like it.
Dwyer: Your dragon knows nothing if he can't tell your coffee passes muster.
Percy: I'll never be able to do it without you watching over me, Dwyer.
Dwyer: Perhaps. Just brew a few hundred more cups. Then you'll have the ol' Dwyer touch.
Percy: I never could have done it without you though.
Dwyer: True. But I could have never done it without you either.
Percy: Done what?
Dwyer: Learned that it's worth hanging in there. Even when you really don't want to.
Percy: I really need to repay you somehow. How about I teach you something that I'm good at?
Dwyer: Sure, I'm game. Like what?
Percy: I'll show you how to ride Ace.
Dwyer: Thanks, but no.
Percy: Why? You can do it! You're good at everything.
Dwyer: I'm good at not putting my life in your dragon's hands—er, wings.
Percy: Ha! Ace would never eat you. He knows you're my friend.
Dwyer: Does he? Let's give him a while more to figure that out. He still looks at me like I'm a Dwyer doughnut to dunk in his bucket of coffee. Thanks anyway, Percy.
