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(The Road to Ylisstol)
Robin: So. You're... uh... Chrom's sister?
Lissa: Uh-huh! And you don't remember anything? Like, do you have a little sister?
Robin: Mmm... Nope. No idea. Kinda hurts my head to think about it...
Lissa: Oh! I'm sorry! Uh... Then... Let's talk about something else!
Robin: Ok... Is that dress comfortable?
Lissa: What, this old thing? It's my favorite! Why do you ask?
Robin: I don't think I could handle having a cage hang from my hips.
Lissa: Oh, you get used to it! Ylissean fashion is weird, what *can* I say... But your coat is kinda weird too, now that I get a look at it... Got those... freaky eyes on the sleeves.
Robin: Oh, this old thing? I've worn it for as long as I can remember.
Lissa: Har har. *Very* funny.
Robin: Heheh...
Chrom: Heh. He's a natural. He'll fit right in with us.
Lissa: With *you*, you big weirdo. He's got that... *Chrom*-ish humor to him.
Chrom: ...Chrom-ish?
Lissa: Yeah! How you're so... I dunno... Serious, but silly at the same time!
Chrom: Hmm...
Lissa: Oh, lighten up, you! I'm just playing.
Chrom: No no, you've sent me on a spiritual journey to understand my humor... perhaps it aaalll started when I was... a lad...
Lissa: Chrom, whatever you're going to say...
Chrom: Yes... it... It must have been my father...
Robin: Your father? What about your father?
Lissa: Oh great, here he goes...
Chrom: You see... he was a stern man... loved to turn to the bottle in times of stress. Wasn't much of a talker... more of a man of action, you see...
Robin: Go on...
Chrom: Well I'm not just gonna stand here... we'll never get to Ylisstol if I don't... *go on*...
Lissa: *Groan!!*
Chrom: Heheh... So... Once I approached my father... And I said... "Father... I just don't get humor. The court jester doesn't make me smile... I saw the village idiot fall into the pig stye, and I didn't even smile."
Robin: I see...
Chrom: My father throws the bottle he was drinking onto the floor, and he says, "What kinda Price are you, eh?!"
Robin: !
Chrom: "Well... If you don't understand *humor*, you'll never be much of a prince at all! I suppose it falls to me to set you straight... If don't understand humor, I'll have to..."
Lissa: ...Don't you dare...
Chrom: "...PUN-ish you."
Lissa: CHROM!
Robin: Heheheh! Nice.
Lissa: You big dork! Did you know that one time...
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Lissa: And then he broke right through the castle wall! With just his sword!! Left a giant hole!
Robin: Goodness, I wish I was that strong... *Smashing* performance, Chrom.
Lissa: Ugh... Must you?
Chrom: Thank you, Robin. Powerful swings... it used to be... *gap* in my training... But no longer.
Robin: But you've *broken past* your limits, haven't you?
Chrom: Indeed I have.
Lissa: Having fun, you two?
Chrom: ...Maybe.
Robin: Heheh...
Lissa: So Chrom, are you gonna offer Robin a job with the Shepherds?
Chrom: I'd certainly like to. He'd fill the *hole* in our roster.
Lissa: And the *hole* in your brain!
Chrom: ...Rude. Just because we don't go around putting frogs in people's britches doesn't mean we don't appreciate humor, does it, Robin?
Robin: Absolut... did you say frogs?
Lissa: Heheheh... Who would... ever do that? Heheh...
Robin: Hmm...
Chrom: Anyways, I'd be happy to offer him a job.
Lissa: Oooh! That would be so cool! You're like... a sword mage, or something! We've got mages, and we've got swordsmen, but now we've got a sword mage!
Robin: Yes... at the expense of me not being as good with a sword OR a tome as they are, probably...
Lissa: Oh, cheer up! When we get there, I'll show you around. You'll fit right in, trust me. They're all as weird and charming as you.
Robin: I look forward to it! ...Wait, what did you call me?
