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Central Country

Arthur: Tonight we shall hold a mixer! It’s been quite some time, so let’s have a wonderful evening with everyone.

Oz: A mixer is…?

Cain: It’s a feast where you celebrate your meetings with one another! We’ll hold a mixer so great it’ll out-fun the parties at the castle! 

Arthur: Right we will! Also, since the Sage showed some interest in ballrooms I think I’ll invite them for a dance.

It’d be great if everybody else would dance too. Riquet, do you know how to dance?

Riquet: Uhm…I’ve been asked out to dance numerous times in Cain’s hometown. 

Arthur: In castle ballroom dancing, there are two roles, the escorter and the escorted, and they are to dance as one. 

Let me escort you first, Riquet. Come, take my hand.

Riquet: Th…thank you very much.

Arthur: Is something wrong?

Riquet: I’ve never had anybody reach their hand out to me in such a royal manner…my heart is fluttering!

It makes me feel special…ballrooms must be so amazing and mysterious, just like a dream.

Arthur: I’m glad you’re happy. Lord Oz, Cain, you join in too. Set an example for Riquet.

Cain: Then I’ll be the escorter, escorting is part of a knight’s duty after all! Take my hand. 

Oz: You are literally 1000 years too early to be escorting me.

Cain: But like, can you even dance?

Oz: …Before…

Arthur: He has danced before. We were taught by Lords Snow and White, taking turns being spun around. 

Lord Oz was much taller than me then, so Lords Snow and White who were also in their adult forms casted magic on me to transform myself into an adult.

Cain: I see! Still, it’s been a long time right? I dance about 100 times in a year. 

Oz: You Glory people are off in the head…

Riquet: …h, I think I got the steps down…Prince Arthur, how’s my dancing?

Arthur: It’s perfect, Riquet. I bet everyone will want to dance with you. 

Riquet: Ehehehe….Oz, Cain, you guys dance too!

Oz & Cain: …

Give me your hand.

Western Country

Murr: Eanul Rambul! 

Chloe: Woah! What’s up?

Murr: Tonight we’re having a mixer! A party with everyone at the manor!

Shylock: A party? Have we done anything worthy of holding a party for?

Rustica: I’m sure it was something great. Maybe someone heard a beautiful song, or they ate a delicious meal…

or a million somethings fell. 

Chloe: Woooow, a million is a huge number! I don’t really get it but I’m fired up now!

Shylock: Looks like tonight will be fun. I bet the Sage will be overjoyed. 

Since we’re here in the Town of Foam we might as well check out the flea market to find presents for everyone. 

Murr: Nice idea! How about we allllll get matching brooches? Let’s include the Sage, Drummond, and the lovebirds too!

Shylock: What a lovely suggestion. That would certainly deepen our bonds with them.

Rustica: Okiedokie, Chloe, let’s go searching for those presents.

Chloe: Wait guys, that’s a tall order!

Rustica: How so?

Chloe: We’d sell out a whole stall if we bought that many things from them! 

Rustica: Oh, don’t be shy now.

Shylock: Perhaps he’s in a mood. 

Murr: We can’t get 25 matching items?

Chloe: It just sounds impossible. 

Murr: Even if a million of those items fell from the sky?

Chloe: I-I won’t be persuaded…besides, isn’t it better if we’re all different anyway?

Not matching but still fitting in together represents us wizards perfectly! Let’s not be so greedy and do a little treasure hunting!

Shylock: I do see your point. It will be fun to pick and choose something that would suit someone specifically. Alright then, it’s time for a treasure hunt.

Rustica: Okay! We’ll find a lovely present to give to our friends at the manor.

Murr: I’ll give the prettiest rock I find to you, Shylock!

Shylock: Oh, what a sweet child you are. Then I will find a different thing that is just as great.

Chloe: Is being different better? Or matching? I kinda wanna get matching items for Rutile and Mitile…

Rustica: Perhaps giving them different items may match them more though, like how Cain and Owen’s odd eyes are different yet mirror each other.

Shylock: Having too many different colours might make them clash instead of harmonize though. To overdo it is most disorderly.

Murr: But if it’s too put together, it might look boring! There’s gotta be an element of surprise or I’ll fall asleep! 

Rustica: Oh my, we’re really heated up. 

Chloe: Of course we are! Party prep and present deciding is one of the most funnest things ever!

Shylock: I don’t mind it either. Shall we continue our debate until the sun parts with us?

Murr: Woohoooo! Debate time!

Eastern Country

Heathcliff: What are you up to in the garden Nero?

Nero: I’m harvesting some fresh herbs to cook with for the party tonight.

Heathcliff: Wow…! I can’t wait. Your herbs are always so delicious. 

Faust: When it comes to growing herbs it’s important to maintain and prepare the soil for planting.

Shino: Aim for efficiency. The bigger the herbs grow the better!

Nero: Hey, this is my field we’re talking about, don’t you act like it’s yours! 

Heathcliff: Anyways, since I heard that there will be a ball, it’s possible that it’s going to be a formal party.

Shino, it’d be best if you brushed up on your etiquette. I’ll help you out. 

Shino: Hmph, that’ll be easy. When talking to nobles, you first gotta compliment their tastes, then go on about their face and personality, and lastly their body! 

Heathcliff: Just where did you learn that from…?

Faust: How about you learn some too Nero? We’ll probably have more outings like this in the future.

Nero: Me, learnin’ formal etiquette?

Faust: Yes. If you learn to, you can go to these outings in my place.

Nero: So that’s your intention…I just don’t think that’s me, man. Sounds like a pain. ‘Sides, growing up, I’ve never been in contact with any nobles before unlike Shino,

so I'm a full on commoner. I’d stick out like a sore thumb standing next to the little Lord here. 

Heathcliff: I think you have a rather refined vibe to you Nero! You may dislike formal situations, but I bet you’re a fish in water when it comes to social outings!

Your fashion sense is already cool, so you’d probably look good in a suit too!

Shino: See, he complimented his body. 

Faust: He did indeed.

Heathcliff: Ah…

Nero: Even little Lordlings slip up their etiquette from time to time.

Southern Country

Mitile: Woaaah! Ah, I slipped and fell again! I’m all muddy now…

Rutile: Oh Mitile, are you okay? I’m coming, so stay—Waaah!

Lennox: Don’t move you two. Hey, why’d we come here when the party’s tonight? 

Figaro: They wanted to put in some extra training to become a cooler wizard in time for the party. 

Failure is the seed to success. The more experience we gain, the more mature we become.

So it’s gonna be A-Okay! When you tumble over or catch a cold, this sweet reliable doctor’s here to heal you! 

Mitile: Oh, there’s a flower that grows around here that can do all that for us! Even if we tumble over or catch a cold, it’ll heal us! 

Figaro: Uh. Huh…?

Rutile: You’re so knowledgeable Mitile! 3 cheers for our herbalist in training! 

Mitile: Hehehe! I’ll go search for it! Dr. Figaro, you can relax over there! 

Figaro: Roger thaaaat.

…What an annoying flower. You’ve got quite the guts to even dare overlap characters with me.

Lennox: Please do not intimidate the flowers. …Rutile? Rutile, where are you?

Did you fall in the water?! Rutile!

Rutile: …gh…pah!

Figaro: He was headfirst into the water!?

Rutile: Check this out! It’s a weird crab!

Lennox: That is weird. It’s bigger than normal. We could eat this at the party.

Rutile: We’re gonna eat it!? Why not make it into a hat? We could put it on like this…

Ow ow ow ow…it’s pinching my ears!!

Lennox: Stand still. I’ll get it off you.

Mitile: Rutile! I’ll go grab the healing flower.

Figaro: Then I uh…I’ll be…

researching ways on how to cook up a crab…! Let’s pull out a cookbook! Possideo!

Lennox: …mh, got it. That was a crabby crab. 

Rutile: Ouchie ouch…the claws of a crab are stronger than I thought!

Mitile: Thankfully you aren’t bleeding…here, use this flower, brother!

Rutile: Thank you!

Figaro: Steamed, grilled, or fry it up are the popular options! Perfect for the party!

Northern Country

Snow: Tonight’s a party!

White: A paarty, a paaarty! We love parties!

Snow: By the way you three, what are we doing in the Sage’s room?

Mithra: Haaaugh…I skipped lunch since I heard we’ll be having a party later in the evening…

but now I’m starving, so I’m doing some digestive exercise. I wonder, is this a salad…?

Snow: Uhm, aren’t those golden flower petals rather important to the Sage…?

White: And it’s not even real flower petals…

Owen: I ate some biscuits they had hidden away. It had cream the colour of an oxygen-sapped human sandwiched within.

Snow: Those were also important to the Sage…

Owen: I even found sugars of many different colours.

White: You ate that too huh…

Owen: It was yummy.

Bradley: Fellas, where are your manners? Can’t have biscuits without a cup a tea.

Owen: Oh? Bradley, are you going to pour us some?

Bradley: Why not. Though, I’m not the type to wait for tea to boil in a lil’ teapot,

so I put it all in this cauldron to boil.

Snow: Wow…

White: How generous of you…

Bradley: Heh! I put this white flower herb in too so it’s gotta be a pretty damn tasty pot of tea! 

Owen: Well then, I’ll have a cup. Ah, this is the Sage’s journal.

Mithra: Oh, the one they’re always holding. What’s written inside…?

Owen: …We can’t read it. It’s the language of their world. 

Bradley: Boooring. Let’s doodle on it then. I’ll draw a fried chicken.

Mithra: Then I’ll draw a magic circle. I might just summon something. 

Owen: I’ll bring forth an illusion of a shrieking face from the pages.

Snow: My, Braddy! You are quite the good drawer!

Bradley: Hehe, aren’t I?

White: We ought to draw something too!

Owen: Let’s add a drawing of a cursed cat.

Snow: Oh Mithy, something came out from your magic circle.