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"I sure am!" Alice replied cheerily. Grabbing her with her ribbons, Alice spun her around and threw her as far as she could, then flew away giggling.

"I like food as much as the next 'mon, but I wouldn't name my children 'Pizza' and 'Gelato'." Alice laughed. Then, she looked at Cynthian's rose-hands. "Actually, I just had an idea... would you like to try something, quickly? Before we head off?"

"Wow." Alice settled on the sand, regarding the Roserade with a newfound attention. "That's... an incredibly mature thing of both of you to do. N-not that I'm calling you immature! It's just that, in love, you can imagine it's easy to get lost in fantasies and hormones." She slithered closer to...

Alice blinked. "Hold on an instant." She tilted her head. "But wouldn't his... y-you know. You're a grass-type, and he ought to be really cold—not in character! I'm sure he's wonderful personally, but with his core temperature surely it would... hurt..." She rubbed the back of her head with a...

"Pffft, as if that's enough to—EEK!" She plunged into the water, and emerged after a few moments with damp head wings, spewing water. "All right," she muttered, "I suppose I did deserve that." She shook herself off, sticking out her tongue at Cynthian. "Say, were there any... romances, say...

"The seabed." With that declaration, Alice pushed Cynthian into the coming wave, giggling all the while. "Gods, I cannot believe that worked. Wait—you can swim, right?"

Alice blinked. "Surf? In the Guild lobby? It's all dug into the dirt and rocks—I'm surprised there wasn't any structural damage!" She covered her giggles with her tail. "Why, they must still be finding water damage to this day." She floated closer to the water. The coming and going of the waves...

Alice looked down as she slithered forth, smiling at the sensation of sand sticking to her underside. It was exactly as she remembered it, give or take a few marks in the rock. "Right there." She pointed at a specific point of the clifftop with a ribbon. "That's where Owen... my world's Owen...

Flame grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "Doesn't really feel like we're worthy of having stories written about us. Not yet. I mean—" He giggled. "Look at us—we're relaxing on a beach right now!" Turning to Cynthian, he crossed his arms. "Aw, come on! It was just a little ember. What if we have...

Flame's heart sputtered. Did... did he just flirt with me? "Are you sure? The water's wonderful!" He sent a terse glance in its direction. "I'm s-sure it is, anyway. Um..." He stared blankly at Brisa. Argh! What's her name? What's her name? Eyes flying about, he quickly put his smile back on...

"Er..."Flame rubbed the back of his neck. "W-well, I'm all for saving people in need! So I suppose it's okay with me. Priorities and all that, right?" Okay, perhaps he was a little mad. But if this world truly was at risk, there was hardly time to question Diyem's methods. ... Right? A set of...

Flame's namesake burgeoned briefly, then simmered back down as he smiled. "I'm as much a dragon as you are." He stuck his tongue out. "I like you already. We just need to work on that attitude of yours." "I... I'd say we enjoy it while it lasts." It took a moment before Flame blinked. "Wait...

Flame sighed with a smile on his face. "Way to ruin the mood, Glowy." He stood up, picked up a pebble and tossed in at his back. "If you're such a big failure, then we all are! Maybe we can be failures together. Good enough compromise?" He glanced around uncomfortably. "And... I'm confident...

"Whatever's left of it." Flame grabbed another clawful of sand and watched it fall through his claws. "Another time, Cynthian. Please." It was just so different here. The sky, the clouds, the very air he breathed—there was no trace of dread or impending doom. He almost wanted to lay there...

Flame sat down on the sand. He felt something strangle his heart as he looked out towards the shimmering sea. "It's..." He zoned out for a second, blinking. "Nowhere near as pretty as here," he muttered. "You said you've been here in your own world, right? Is the town as peaceful as this one?"

Flame raised a brow. "No, Tricky, you can't see it. There's an entire ocean between--" He blinked. "Wait. Your home town? Did... Diyem find a copy of your homeworld?" He scratched the top of his head, and stared straight down. "It doesn't make sense. How could a different world have the same...

Standing there with his arms crossed, Flame let free a sigh. "If you're strong, you're important to us. That's all you need to know. So no heroics. Got it?" Please don't become a problem...

"Way to take a compliment." Flame rolled his eyes theatrically. "Look, big guy, I was just thinking that if we're going to be teammates, we might as well start on good terms. You know?" He glanced behind him. "I thought you'd appreciate a walking light source." Being a spy would make my life so...

Flame flinched again at the sight, and had to resist the urge to hide behind Astrid. "Has he even said anything?" he whispered. "Wait—can he hear..." The worry on his snout morphed into a sheepish smile. "Hi again! Y-you know, you look..." Flame looked him up and down. "Important. At least...

"Who's—" Flame's eye twitched. "We don't even have the same voice! How could you—" He stopped to breathe. Focus. "Oh, now you're in for it." In a swift movement he kicked some sand onto her side. He stood there smirking, arms crossed as he stomped a foot down. "How about that, miss..." He...