Three Houses Supports/Dedue Ashe

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Dedue: At this time of year, the fish are fat. Simply grilling them will bring out their best flavor. Steaming them with herbs is delicious too.


Ashe: Wow, you know a lot about this. I'm learning so much from you, Dedue. Were you a cook at the castle in Fhirdiad?


Dedue: No.


Ashe: Did your family own an eatery of some kind?


Dedue: No. My sister and I helped with cooking at home.


Ashe: Wow, that's all? I thought I was confident about my skills, but next to you, I feel like an amateur. Hey, could you give me some advice about other kinds of meat, besides fish?


Dedue: Ashe.


Ashe: Yes, Dedue?


Dedue: Why do you spend time with me?


Ashe: We're friends, right? I just want to get to know you better. Is that so odd?


Dedue: I am from Duscur.


Ashe: So? Look at me-- I came from a life of poverty. I was lucky to even be let in here, to study with all these high-class people. I think we have a lot in common.


Dedue: Being poor and being from Duscur are two different things.


Ashe: Oh, I know! But we can still be friends, can't we?


Dedue: You are a peculiar person.


Ashe: So I'm told!


B Support


Ashe: ...

Dedue: ...


Ashe: You don't like to talk much, huh, Dedue?


Dedue: I am not skilled in conversation.


Ashe: Any particular reason?


Dedue: Reason? I am only here at the monastery because this is where His Highness wishes me to be. Many here are frightened of me. Disgusted by me. I grow weary of it.


Ashe: That makes sense. A lot of people hate Duscur. They think all kinds of terrible things. Some of them even think you kidnap and eat people.


Dedue: Heh. We sound like true monsters.


Ashe: Why are you smiling?! Shouldn't it make you angry?


Dedue: I suppose.


Ashe: If those people would just talk to you, I'm sure they'd change their minds. I'll admit that when I first got here, I found you kind of intimidating. I didn't know if it was OK to talk to you. I hesitated. But like I said before, I just wanted to get to know you. And now that I have, I'm not scared at all.


Dedue: I am not very good at interesting conversation.


Ashe: We can work on that. Tell me about Duscur. What was your hometown like?


Dedue: Calm. More forested than Faerghus. Each town had a specialty. Smithing, fishing... You would be better off reading about it in a book.


Ashe: OK, maybe you're right. But answer me one thing. You're a great cook, and you learned at home. Why don't you make more Duscur-style food?


Dedue: As we have established, people hate Duscur. Food by itself may be harmless, but it is better not to sow seeds of discontent.


Ashe: Ah. But the cuisine of Duscur is delicious! I'd really like to try more of it!


Dedue: I am...pleased to hear you say so.

A Support


Dedue: You're quite late getting back.


Ashe: The scouting mission didn't go well. I was so busy I didn't even have time to eat.


Dedue: I thought that might be the case. Gilbert was exhausted too. Glad you made it. I saved some food for you.


Ashe: Thanks. I'm starving. Your cooking's fantastic, as always. The spices were a nice touch. I can really taste the Duscur inspiration. You remembered that I wanted to try more Duscur cuisine, didn't you?


Dedue: Yes. How is it?


Ashe: Amazing! You're a much better chef than I am.


Dedue: Your cooking is not bad at all.


Ashe: Haha, thanks. My father would be glad to hear it.


Dedue: Is he the one who taught you?


Ashe: Not exactly. I learned from watching him work the kitchen in his restaurant. And what about you? I think you said that you and your sister helped with the cooking at home.


Dedue: Yes. I learned by watching my mother. Nothing remains of Duscur. The towns, the people, the culture-- all of it was put to the torch. My mother and sister are gone. Yet that simple memory of them standing together in the kitchen is so clear. So real.


Ashe: So, in a way, you put those memories into this meal.


Dedue: Yes. Through me, they are able to live on.


Ashe: I like that way of thinking. The church may not like my feelings on this, but... In Fódlan, when people die, they pass on to be with the goddess, right?


Dedue: I suppose.


Ashe: That seems so far away. I'd rather they stayed here. My parents, my brother, Lonato... Maybe they can all live on through me too.


Dedue: As long as you think of them, they will.


Ashe: Dedue... Your cooking is...delicious. It really is...


Dedue: Careful...or you will over-salt it.


Ashe: Ah, that's all right. Thank you, Dedue...


Dedue: Eat as much as you'd like.