Fates Supports/Effie Nina(PC)
Nina: Mmm...that was really something. The way those men were chatting like old friends... What could they have been talking about? The mind wanders...
Effie: Hello, Nina! Back already?
Nina: Gah! Mother?! What are you doing here? I thought you were training! You didn't hear me talking about...stuff... Did you?
Effie: No, I don't think so. What kind of stuff?
Nina: Nothing! Don't worry about it! Whew...
Effie: Anyway...before I forget, I wanted to tell you that I straightened up your room. You should really keep it more tidy.
Nina: Mother! That's my private space.
Effie: Well, private or not, it was awfully dusty. And dust is terrible for your cardiovascular endurance, dear. I cleaned out all kinds of dusty old books and journals from under your bed.
Nina: Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods... PLEASE tell me you didn't open any of those books...
Effie: What in the world are you mumbling about, Nina?
Nina: My diaries and journals, Mother! Did you read them or didn't you?
Effie: Oh, please. I have far too much to do to sit around and read your diary. But even if I did, and I discovered some kind of incredibly awkward secret... I wouldn't ever think any less of you. You know that, right?
Nina: What's that supposed to mean? It sounds like you DID read them! Well? Did you or didn't you? ARRRRGH!
Nina: *sigh* Why does it have to be so difficult...
Effie: Why does what have to be so difficult?
Nina: Oh...hi, Mother. I...I dunno.
Effie: Something on your mind? You can tell me anything, you know.
Nina: Well, I suppose things can't get any worse... I...I have a hard time talking to guys. But I think about them all the time! I feel like such a freak. Like they know that I'm thinking about them... And I just clam up and turn red. It's so awful!
Effie: Nina, I hate to be dismissive, but... Just about everyone feels that way sometimes. It's normal!
Nina: Ugh, you don't understand! When I finally manage to stammer a few words out... I start acting super mean and creepy for no reason! I need to change. But I don't know how...
Effie: Well, recognizing that you have something to work on is a good first step. Don't you see that? All you have to do is practice. Go up to strangers and start talking. Remind yourself that you have a good heart, and that you want to be nice. Practice makes perfect!
Nina: You really think so?
Effie: Well, it will take time. Do you think I could bench-press a tree the first time I tried? Of course not! It took me three tries. So I know if you keep working on this, you'll get better at it.
Nina: Thanks, Mother. I actually feel a little bit better.
Effie: Well, that's good! I have to admit, I was a little concerned by some of those journals of yours...
Nina: Wait, so you DID read them? AGHHH! I'm going to DIEEEEEE!
Nina: Hey, Mother. Guess what? I talked to a guy today, and it wasn't weird at all!
Effie: That's great, honey! Tell me about it.
Nina: Well, it was pretty basic as far as talking goes. I just gave him directions. But I didn't say anything weird or run away randomly!
Effie: Well, that's wonderful. Good job!
Nina: Right? I've been giggling about it all afternoon.
Effie: Keep working on it, and you'll be a regular social butterfly before long. Who knows? Maybe you'll even pick up a new hobby, too.
Nina: I thought we agreed to never speak of...my hobbies...ever again!
Effie: I'm sorry... I didn't mean to discourage you. After all, you are our best spy... I just had no idea you taught yourself all those techniques to stalk boys.
Nina: How many of my diaries did you read, Mother? Jeez!
Effie: Oh, just one or two, I suppose. And I did share a few of them with Avatar, of course.
Nina: WHAT?! Why would you do that? WHY?
Effie: Because your notes on stealth and spying were too valuable to keep secret! We could all learn a thing or two from you. If we had a few dozen more soldiers with your skills, this war would be over by now.
Nina: Great. Now everyone knows what a huge freak I am. Thanks, Mother.
Effie: Well, you're MY freak, and I love you just the way you are. Come here, give Mommy a hug!
Nina: Air hug, Mother. Remember? Last time you broke my ribs.
Effie: Oh, right. Air hug!