Three Houses Supports/Ingrid Yuri
C Support
Ingrid: Mmm! Yes, it's decided. This meat is the best meat! Although, the other inn has pretty great offerings, as well...
Yuri: Ah, if it isn't Ingrid. What are you up to in a place like this?
Ingrid: ... Yuri! I could ask you the same...
Yuri: I'm just out to send a little money to my family. Gotta help however I can, you know?
Ingrid: Aww... That's very nice of you. Forgive my tone earlier. You truly set a noble example.
Yuri: Right, right. Anyhow, looked like I interrupted you. You nearly choked on that wad of meat you were gnawing on.
Ingrid: Uh, right. That...that is true, I suppose. Hmm... You know... I... Um...
Yuri: What is it you're mumbling about?
Ingrid: Anyway, you once worked for
House Rowe, didn't you? Four years ago,
when I visited Count Rowe at his
castle, I swore saw you by his side...
Yuri: Quite the sharp memory you have. You aren't mistaken. I was staying there then, yes. I had been adopted by the count.
Ingrid: Oh? Come to think of it, I thought I'd heard something like that. That the count had adopted a distant relative of his, a young man whose future was both bright and promising. So...that was you?
Yuri: Yep. Although now I'm nothing ore than a distant stranger to him. Our ties were severed a while ago. He helped me out by getting me into the academy. It wasn't long after that that we started having all sorts of...disagreements. What the hell were you doing visiting House Rowe, anyhow?
Ingrid: Ah, yes...that. How to put it. It was to help...clean up after a friend.
Yuri: Ah, you speak of Sylvain. Mm-hmm, that must've been quite the mess you were cleaning up. Back to the point-- what are you doing out here? Do you frequent this area often?
Ingrid: Mind your business, won't you? I just like to go for walks-- get fresh air. That sort of thing.
Yuri: Easy now. I'm not interrogating you. Really, I just wanted to warn you that it isn't so safe here in the evenings. You'll want to be on your guard.
Ingrid: I thank you for your concern, but I assure you I can handle myself.
Yuri: Noted. Oh yeah, the innkeeper also wanted me to thank you.
Ingrid: Hm?
Yuri: He wanted to thank you for being such an enthusiast for the food he sells. Seemed pretty happy about it.
Ingrid: Is that so? How very... Hm. Well, I'd better be off!
Yuri: Seems she doesn't want anyone seeing her with a face full of food. Too late.
B Support
Ingrid: So, what is it, Yuri? You had me come all this way.
Yuri: I need you for something. Have a seat. I won't take much of your time.
Ingrid: Okaaay...
Yuri: My apologies for keeping you waiting. Here you are!
Ingrid: Oh, wow! Did you...make this yourself?
Yuri: I may not seem like much of a chef, but I know a thing or two about cooking. Look tasty, hm?
Ingrid: Can I, uh...eat it now? I'm famished after all the training.
Yuri: Have at! That's why I asked you here.
Ingrid: I see! Well, thank you! Don't mind if I do! Mmm, this dish is divine! The first bite just melts in your mouth, and these vegetables are perfect! The flavors are interwoven together like...like a dance of swords between two Myrmidons!
Yuri: Heh heh! Calm yourself, Ingrid. I'm in no need of a critique. I just want you to enjoy it and take a load off.
Ingrid: Aww, thank you! I will! Whew! That was delicious, Yuri. I cannot thank you enough.
Yuri: I'm glad. Then it was well worth all the toil that went into preparing it.
Ingrid: You...haven't eaten anything for yourself?
Yuri: I figured I'd eat something a bit later. I didn't make the meal for me.
Ingrid: You cooked only for me?
Yuri: Mm-hm. The innkeeper provided me with some of his finest meat and told me to feed you. I figured if I was going to do it, I'd better do it right. So, I popped into the kitchen and got working.
Ingrid: That won't do at all, Yuri. Meals are meant to be shared. It seems my stomach got the better of me this time, though, and I scarfed everything before remembering that.
Yuri: Why bother yourself with such trivialities? The meal was a gift. Seeing you enjoy yourself like that is all the reward I need.
Ingrid: What way is that...
Yuri: A bit like when you had all that meat stuffed into your cheeks at the marketplace...like some kind of chipmunk. Hm-mm! I like seeing the contentment on your face when you cut loose.
Ingrid: You do?
Yuri: The innkeeper couldn't have said it better. She's got a real foodie face, that one!
Ingrid: I'm not quite sure how to feel...
Yuri: Heh, really though! There are few things I enjoy as much as seeing a woman indulging herself.
Ingrid: ... You should consider your words before using them. Such a flirtacious comment can only invite misunderstadings.
Yuri: I didn't mean it that way!
A Support
Ingrid: Finally, you've arrived! I was beginning to get impatient. Have a seat.
Yuri: What are you on about?
Ingrid: I'm not on about anything. Let's have dinner together, Yuri.
Yuri: ...What is this? Did you make it?
Ingrid: I did. It's a simple dish-- my
culinary skills are fairly basic.
Yuri: Hold on. What exactly is this about?
Ingrid: You cook for me, I cook for you. That's how this works. It may not be quite as elegant a meal as that of Adrestian or Leicester cuisine... But the food of Faerghus is delicious nonetheless.
Yuri: Thank you for the meal. It was lovely, Ingrid. The flavors were... nostalgic. Reminded me of when I lived with my mother and the elder. I was actually born in a poor town in Faerghus. The flavors in this dish remind me of those days. Eh, sorry. I didn't mean to compare a meal made by nobility with the meager food I grew up eating.
Ingrid: No offense taken. To tell the truth, although my house is a noble one, it's also lacking in money. Our territory was struck by famine, and we ate whatever the land gave us... which wasn't much. We took what we could, just like everyone.
Yuri: I see... Well, I must say that your cooking is quite to my taste. Any meal made with so much thought and care is bound to be delicious.
Ingrid: Heh heh! Why, thank you! High praise, indeed, from someone who knows their way around a kitchen.
Yuri: To survive in this world means to sharpen many skills. Whether it's cooking or anything else, really. Although, I've got to say, I do enjoy cooking. And if my meals can bring a smile to someone's face, all the better. Celebrating victories with friends, sitting around a table with loved ones, watching someone enjoy the meal I made them... Few things bring me more joy.
Ingrid: Have you ever considered giving up being the lord of the underworld and becoming a chef instead?
Yuri: Heh... A chef, huh? You know, that doesn't sound half bad.
Ingrid: If you ever do, I'd come to your restaurant and eat whatever you'd whipped up every day!
Yuri: I'd like that very much. I'd work extra hard so I could see that lovely smile of yours.
Ingrid: You are just too much! I can hardly maintain my composure around you...
Yuri: Did I say something wrong?
Ingrid: Not at all, Yuri. Not at all.
