Chelsea

???: Hiiii, Luccy! Let's snuggle!
 ???: Hee. Hee hee. Tee hee hee! TEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEEEE!
Luca: Er, Chelsea? Think you might be in the wrong room. Also how did you even get in? I'm pretty sure I locked the door.
Chelsea: Hah! As if some dumb lock could get between us.
Luca: ...Sure. Well, I'm pretty beat, so if you don't mind, could you like...leave, please?
Chelsea: B-b-but, Luccy...
Chelsea: How are we ever gonna get closer if you keep pushing me away?!
Luca: Look, I wanna get some sleep, okay?! We can hang out later.
Chelsea: ...Fine.
Chelsea: I'll just stand guard here then. You get your beauty sleep, and I'll be here aaaall night to make sure nobody disturbs you.
Luca: *sigh* This is gettin' outta hand.

Chelsea: Haaaaah!
Luca: Phew! That got kinda dicey for a second. Thanks for the assist...Chelsea, was it?
Chelsea: Yup! And it was my pleasure.
Chelsea: Us meeting like this must be fate, huh? Tee hee!
Luca: Uh, sure. You out here hunting fiends as well?
Chelsea: No, I live nearby.
Luca: Wait, there's a sylvan village on this mountain?
Chelsea: Nope! I live on my own in a little hut. Like a hermit! Tee hee!
Luca: With all these fiends around, it must be pretty dangerous. You should think about moving someplace safer.
Chelsea: Ohmigosh, you're worried about me?! Eeeee! You are SO kind!
Chelsea: I don't know where I'd go, though. I don't have any family...
Luca: Why don't you come stay in our castle, then?
Chelsea: W-wait, are you saying we should live together? In a CASTLE?!
Luca: Yeah! Everyone's welcome at the Halidom.
Luca: Plus, you're a heckuva shot with that bow. You'd be great to have around!
Chelsea: This is all so sudden... I mean—*gasp*! Are you propo...propos—
Luca: So, whaddya think? Wanna come to the castle with me?
Chelsea: Oh, YES! I DO! I do I do I doooo!

Chelsea: Good work at training today, Luccy! I brought you a little pick-me-up.
Luca: Whoa, thanks! It looks delicious.
Chelsea: Tee hee! I poured aaaaall my love into it, just for you!
Chelsea: The eggs were laid just this morning, the fish was caught at dawn, and the bread is still warm from the oven.
Chelsea: I even asked the butcher for his best cut of beef! And no, I totally did NOT spend too much time and/or money on this!
Chelsea: I want to give you everything I have, every minute, of every day, FOREVER. 'Cause you deserve it! Tee hee!
Chelsea: Now taste it.
Luca: Er, okay...
Chelsea: Dust dust dust, all day long! Wipe wipe wipe, till it all shines!
Luca: Huh? Chelsea? What're you doing in my room?
Chelsea: Cleaning it up nice and tidy, so you can enjoy every second you spend in it!
Luca: Uh, thanks, but I usually do that myself. I'm pretty particular about where all my stuff goes.
Chelsea: Oh, I know. I memorized all that DAYS ago.
Chelsea: By the way, you were up far too late last night, mister!
Luca: Er, how did you know that?
Chelsea: While I was cleaning, I found hairs from you, the prince, and Ranzal.
Chelsea: They weren't there when I came in to clean after dinner last night, so that MUST mean you three were up to some late-night shenanigans!
Luca: Hold on—have you been cleaning my room every day?
Chelsea: Of course, Luccy! It's part of my daily routine.
Luca: ......
Luca: Man, I'm wrecked. Time for a nice long soak, I think.
Luca: Might have the bath to myself, even... WAAAAH! Chelsea?! Why are you following me?!
Chelsea: It's bath time, right Luccy?
Chelsea: Want me to wash your back for you? Tee hee...
Luca: Oh, come ON already!

Luca: ...Hunh? I must've passed out.
Luca: She said she'd wait till morning, but there's no way she actually...
Chelsea: Morning, Luccy!
Luca: ...You've seriously been here all night?
Chelsea: 'Course! I didn't even fall asleep once. Are you proud of me?
Luca: Look, Chelsea. I don't really know how to put this gently, but...could you maybe back off a little?
Chelsea: Huh?
Luca: I get that you're thankful, and you're definitely one of the most thoughtful people I know. But there's a limit, yeah?
Chelsea: Oh, Luccy. You're such a jokester! I'm your WIFE—this is just what marriage looks like!
Luca: Uh.
Luca: When did you become my WIFE?!
Chelsea: When you invited me to live with you, silly!
Chelsea: I was SO happy you just up and proposed like that.
Luca: Whoa, I did NOT propose to you!
Chelsea: Awww, you're embarrassed! You're such a cutie-pie.
Luca: Chelsea, listen to me!
Chelsea: Ah! I need to get your breakfast started. See you soon, my love! I'll miss youuuuu!
Luca: Hey, wait! ...Damn.
Luca: I gotta clear this up pronto...
Sarisse: Luca? What's with all the racket?
Luca: Oh, hey Sarisse. What're you doin' up so early?
Sarisse: The folks back home wanted to deliver an engagement gift. I just got back with it.
Luca: Oh yeah? Who's tyin' the knot?
Sarisse: Uh, you and your fiancée, Chelsea. You feeling okay?
Luca: WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Chelsea: Open up and say aaah, Luccy!
Luca: Aaah.
Chelsea: Scrambled eggs, from my heart to your stomach! Yumtown, right?
Luca: Oh, yeah. Totally "yumtown."
Chelsea: Hee! Okay, try the apple salad next. Heeeere comes the dragon! Nyoooom!
Ranzal: Can't a guy stuff his face in peace?
Cleo: *ahem* Luca? Chelsea? We are all overcome with joy at your union, but perhaps you might pay some mind to your table manners.
Chelsea: Open up the cave, 'cause here comes the dragon!
Cleo: She's not even listening...
Luca: (*sigh* I'm in seriously deep here. Gotta do something, and fast...)

Luca: Me and Chelsea? MARRIED?! Where the hell'd ya hear that?!
Sarisse: What, is it not true? Chelsea sent handmade cards to everyone in the village announcing your engagement.
Luca: Rrgh... No, it's NOT true! She's just doin' whatever the heck she wants!
Sarisse: Yeah, I kinda figured. Who'd wanna marry you?
Luca: Look, can you please just go spread the word that this is all a big misunderstanding? I'll go talk to Chelsea.
Chelsea: Ba-da, ba-doo, mixin' in some love, it's my secret spice. Ba-doo, ba-dee, Luccy's gonna love it 'cause I cooked it twice!
Luca: Hey, Chelsea.
Chelsea: Luccy! Perfect timing. Breakfast is aaalmost ready.
Luca: Oh snap, that looks gr—wait, no!
Luca: Look, I gotta clear something up. When I asked you to come live at the Halidom, that was NOT a marriage proposal.
Chelsea: Awww, Luccy, you're so CUTE when you're joking.
Luca: I'M NOT JOKING!
Chelsea: Luccy...?
Luca: I might've given you the wrong idea, and I'm sorry about that. But I want to be very clear: I was NOT saying we should get married. At all.
Chelsea: ...So you hate me.
Luca: What? No, I don't—
Chelsea: You're my soul mate. We BELONG together. But I guess we can't be? Or we just won't be? I don't get it.
Chelsea: I feel weird. This world is weird. This is all so WEIRD.
Luca: Uh...Chelsea?
Chelsea: Maybe I'll just burn the whole thing down. Start all over. What's the point of a world where my Luccy hates me?
Chelsea: Burn it down. Burn it down, burn it DOWN, BURN IT DOWN BURN IT DOWN BURN IT DOWNBURNITDOWNBURNITDOWN...
Chelsea: ...Yep. I'll burn it aaaaall down. Starting with this castle. Tee hee!
Luca: W-wait, Chelsea! I don't hate you!
Chelsea: But you said you didn't propose, which means we're not getting married, which means you HATE me, which means I have to BURN—
Luca: Nothing needs to burn. Let's forget about the burning, okay?
Chelsea: ...Then can I keep feeding you?
Chelsea: I had a dream, you know. I was feeding you, just like Mama and Papa used to feed me...
Luca: *sigh* Sure. Fine. You can feed me.
Chelsea: Really?! Yaaaaaaay! Tee hee hee hee heeee!
Luca: Yeah, ha ha. Yaaaaay...

Luca: Man, I'm exhausted...
Ranzal: Hey, Luca. How're things with you'n Chelsea?
Luca: Ranzal! So glad you asked. I need to unload, man! *blah blah blah*
Ranzal: That bad, huh? Want me to say something to her?
Ranzal: Sometimes all ya need is a third party to point somethin' out.
Luca: Would you really?! I'll take you out for... TEN dinners!
Ranzal: I woulda done it for free, but I'll take that deal! Bwaaa ha ha!
Luca: So? How'd it go?
Ranzal: Er, well, I might actually owe YOU dinner at this point. She uh, didn't take it too well.
Luca: *sigh* I knew it...
Ranzal: Only thing left is to take some time apart, I reckon. Here's what we're gonna do...
Luca: Okay, we managed to slip outta the castle without her noticing. But what is this place?
Ranzal: This is my secret hideout in the woods. Knocked it together a while back as an emergency base of sorts.
Ranzal: Chelsea won't find ya out here, and even if she does, she won't make it past the door. So all ya gotta do is lie low till her passion comes off the boil.
Luca: Gotcha. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have something to drink—
Chelsea: Hot tea for my hottie!
Luca: Hey, tha—CHELSEA?! Wha—whe—HOW are you here?!
Ranzal: The hell happened to the door?! I triple-deadbolted it myself!
Chelsea: I always know where you are, Luccy. That's the power of love! Oh, and the power of love also lets me pick locks. Tee hee!
Chelsea: Now, what are you doing all the way out here?
Chelsea: You weren't being NAUGHTY, were you?
Ranzal: Abort, abort!
Ranzal: I prepped this smokescreen in case something like this went down. Quick Luca, out the back door!
Luca: *pant* Did we lose her?
Ranzal: Looks that way. Let's hunker down at the village nearby.
Ranzal: GWAH!
Luca: Ranzal! Are you all right?!
Ranzal: ...Zzz...
Luca: Wait... This arrowhead is dull. Could it be a mana-laced sleeping arrow?
Chelsea: LUUUUCCYYYYY!
Luca: Aw cripes! Gotta hide!
Chelsea: Oh Luuuuuccyyyyy... I can smeeeeell youuuuuu...
Chelsea: Are you...here?!
Luca: Phew... I think I actually gave her the slip.
Chelsea: Found you!
Luca: BWAH! B-but you went the other way!
Chelsea: Yeah, that was a fake out. Now, tell me why you keep running away, love of my life.
Luca: (There's no escaping her... Look's like I've got no choice.)
Luca: (If it goes badly, though, she'll torch the whole castle...)
Luca: H-hey, can we talk some other time?
Chelsea: What's wrong with right now?
Luca: Ah, well, y'know, Ranzal's here, and I was really hoping we could talk...alone.
Chelsea: *gasp* You mean a date?!
Luca: What? No, I'm not—
Chelsea: EEEEEEE! A DATE! Just me and my Luccy!
Chelsea: Where should we go? What should I wear? Should I get a haircut? Ooo, what about makeup? And...
Luca: Er... Okay, I guess we'll call it a date for now.
Luca: (But can I even do it? Can I really clear up her misunderstanding?)
Luca: (Whatever. I have to settle this once and for all. I either get through to her, or die trying!)
Chelsea: Hee. A date. Tee hee! With my LUCCY! TEE HEE HEE HEEEEEE!

Chelsea: Ohmigosh, the food at that cafe was to DIE for!
Luca: Yeah, it was pretty good.
Luca: (I need to find a way to clear things up while we're on this date.)
Luca: Hey, about that thing you thought was a proposal...
Chelsea: Do you think that cafe will still be there when we have kids? Ooo, I wanna bring them there so bad!
Chelsea: And then while we're eating, we can tell them how Mommy and Daddy had their FIRST DATE there! Tee hee!
Luca: (Urgh... She's making this so hard to bring up...)
Chelsea: Hey Luccy, can we stop at the tailor next?
Luca: Sure, no problem.
Luca: Huh? Weren't you gonna look at clothes?
Chelsea: Nope. I'm here for fabric to MAKE clothes.
Luca: Oh, you like sewing?
Chelsea: Yep! Accessories, dolls, all kinds of things.
Luca: (I just realized I don't actually know that much about her.)
Chelsea: I want to make some baby clothes. Which do you prefer: floral or plaid?
Luca: Hmm. Personally, I'd go for something a little more exciting, like—wait, whose babies, exactly?
Chelsea: Tee hee! OURS, obviously!
Shopkeeper: Oh, goodness me! Are you two expecting?
Shopkeeper: Congratulations to you. Here, please take both, on the house!
Chelsea: Wow! Look, Luccy! Now I can make clothes for TWO little ones!
Luca: (I need to put my foot down, and fast!)
Luca: Listen up, Chelsea! We need to talk about our relationship, okay?
Chelsea: Luccy, you silly boy. Don't make a scene.
Customers: ......
Luca: ...Right. Sorry.
Chelsea: You know what? I should make new outfits for Mama and Papa, too. I'll take these fabrics as well, please!
Chelsea: Um, Luccy? I'm going to go pick some flowers.
Luca: *sigh* Failed again.
Luca: Tell you what though, she's unexpectedly devoted to her family. Makin' clothes for her parents and everything... Wait.
Chelsea: I don't know where I'd go, though. I don't have any family...
Luca: Who are Mama and Papa then...?
Chelsea: Nooooooo!
Luca: Was that Chelsea?!
Chelsea: Let me go!
Lowlife 1: C'mon, gorgeous, don't be rude.
Luca: What the hell are you guys doing?!
Chelsea: Luccy, HEEELP!
Lowlife 2: What's it to ya? You her boyfriend or somethin'?
Chelsea: No, he's my HUSBAND!
Luca: I am NOT!
Chelsea: You're right. I meant FUTURE husband!
Lowlife 1: Jeez, shut up already. I dunno what's up with you two, but unless you wanna taste these hands, I'd get lost.
Luca: Sorry, but we're actually in the middle of a date.
Lowlife 2: Yeah? Well your face is about to be datin' these fists! Hraaagh!
Chelsea: Look out, Luccy! And you, let GO of me!
Lowlife 3: Quit yer strugglin', would ya?!
Chelsea: Uwaaaaah! My arm!
Luca: Chelsea!
Lowlife 1: Watch your step, kid. If you're not careful, this pretty little bird's gonna have a broken wing. Capiche?
Lowlife 2: Now take what's comin' to ya!
Chelsea: LUCCY!
Lowlife 3: Look on the bright side, gorgeous. We just saved ya from marryin' a loser! Ha ha ha!
Chelsea: ...How DARE you...
Lowlife 3: What was that?
Chelsea: YOU'RE IN FOR IT NOW! Let me GO!
Lowlife 3: Quit squirmin', dammit! You want both arms broken?!
Chelsea: I have to save my Luccy...
Lowlife 3: HURK! What the hell?!
Lowlife 1: You shook him off?! Wh—eyaaargh!
Lowlife 2: Where's this strength comin' from?! Uuuuurgh!
Chelsea: Luccy! Are you okay?!
Luca: I'll be fine. Man, you sure kicked the crap outta those goons.
Chelsea: Love can be dangerous when threatened. Hee!
Lowlife 1: Hey! You think you can just walk away?!
Chelsea: Uh oh, Luccy, they're getting back up!
Luca: Guess we'll have to set 'em straight for good.
Chelsea: We're gonna be great parents, huh? C'mon, Luccy!
Chelsea: Haaaah!
Luca: I'm glad it all worked out, but still... Ow.
Chelsea: I got you some medicine, and bandages too. Gimme oooone second, and I'll have you all fixed up.
Luca: Thanks, Chelsea.
Luca: (She's an oddball, but she's got a good heart.)
Luca: (Which is exactly why I have to clear things up with her ASAP.)
Chelsea: You know, you've saved me twice now.
Luca: Huh? When was the first time?
Chelsea: Back when we first met! I think about it every morning... And every night, too! Tee hee!
Luca: What? You saved ME when we first met. I was fightin' those fiends.
Chelsea: No, before that. You helped search for my Mama and Papa.
Luca: Er, you lost me.
Chelsea: You really don't remember...?
Luca: We met on a mountain, right? And you said you had no family...
Chelsea: ...I see. I was sure our meeting was fate...
Luca: Chelsea?
Chelsea: But for you, it was just... *sob*
Luca: Hey, wait up! ...Urk! My leg!
Luca: Chelseeea! ...Dammit. She's gone.
Luca: What was that all about? Did we meet before that...?

Ranzal: Still no sign'a Chelsea, huh?
Luca: No, and I've looked everywhere. Where could she have gone...?
Ranzal: Sounds like she was pretty shaken when she heard ya didn't remember how you two met.
Ranzal: Maybe there's some kinda clue in that?
Luca: Maaaybe...
Luca: She mentioned me helping her look for her parents, but there's no way I'd forget something like that.
Cleo: I had a look around Chelsea's room to see if there might be any clues.
Ranzal: You find anythin'?
Cleo: Nothing that seemed like it might speak to her whereabouts. I did find these two dolls most curious, however.
Ranzal: They look like sylvans... A man and a woman.
Luca: ...Papa and Mama.
Luca: *gasp* Is that what she meant...?!
Ranzal: Mind fillin' us in there, pal?
Luca: Right. Back before I ever came to the Halidom, I was doing an errand for my village...

Luca: Hey, you. Whatcha doin' out here?
Girl: I... I'm looking for my dolls. They're of my Mama and Papa. I love them...
Luca: It's gonna be hard in the dark. Let me help you.
Girl: Huh? Really...?
Luca: 'Course. You look around here, and I'll start searching over there.
Girl: Th-thank you...

Luca: THAT'S where we first met. And if I know Chelsea, that's probably where she's headed right now!
Ranzal: Sounds like ya better get movin'.
Chelsea: (This is where we met, before fate brought us together again on that mountain.)
Chelsea: (I was so sure Luccy shared my feelings...)
Luca: *pant* Chelsea! *pant*
Chelsea: L-Luccy?! You're here! Does that mean you...?
Luca: Yep, I remember. We found the dolls of your mom and dad right here.
Luca: Sorry for letting it skip my mind all this time.
Chelsea: I'm just happy you remember. Tee hee!
Luca: Still, I don't think it's fair to call our meeting "fate." I just did what anyone woulda done.
Chelsea: No. What you said to me that day saved my life.
Luca: Oh? I don't really remember saying anything that profound...
Chelsea: There's still so much you don't know...
Chelsea: Luccy. Can I tell you a story about my past? About my family.
Chelsea: When I was little, my parents and I left the woodland village we lived in and moved to a human town so they could work as apothecaries.
Chelsea: "We can better the world by spreading sylvan knowledge." They always used to say that.
Chelsea: I thought they were the coolest, chasing their dream so intently. I wanted to help however I could, so I worked in their store a lot.
Chelsea: But the humans were not as supportive. They refused to accept us, and burned the shop to the ground. And my parents, they... They both...
Luca: ...I getcha. I'm sorry.
Chelsea: I was taken in by some relatives in my old village, but since I'd already left once, I was branded a traitor to sylvan kind.
Chelsea: I was shunned, and people whispered behind my back. Eventually, I decided to leave again, this time for good.
Chelsea: What point was there in staying? They couldn't understand my parents' dream, and they couldn't understand me, either.
Luca: Chelsea...
Chelsea: Living alone was hard.
Chelsea: But then I met you, and my world suddenly became brighter.
Chelsea: All thanks to what you said to me when you found Mama and Papa.
Luca: Whoa, so you modeled these dolls on your folks, huh? You guys must be really close.
Chelsea: Yes... I want to be just like them.
Chelsea: They tried to use sylvan knowledge to better the world, but nobody understood their dream.
Luca: Sounds like your folks and I would get along.
Chelsea: Huh?
Luca: I feel the same way about spreading sylvan knowledge—and my village was also pretty down on the idea.
Luca: I think everyone could benefit from sharing their discoveries with each other.
Luca: That way, we all grow together. So I think what your parents were trying to do was really cool!
Chelsea: ...!
Chelsea: Hearing that brought me back from the brink.
Chelsea: I realized I wasn't alone. And that made me so, so happy.
Luca: All right, I remember now. Still...
Chelsea: You're not going to take it back now, are you?
Chelsea: You're the only one who understands my feelings, Luccy.
Chelsea: So our meeting MUST have been fate.
Chelsea: If we don't get married, I...
Luca: Chelsea. Close your eyes for a second.
Chelsea: Huh? Why? Wait... A-are we gonna kiss?!
Chelsea: This is so sudden... But okay! Tee hee!
Luca: Hey. *flick*
Chelsea: Huh?! You flicked me!
Luca: Did that snap you out of it?
Luca: This has gone way too far already. You need to open your eyes and see what's really going on around you.
Chelsea: ...What do you mean?
Luca: You were hurt. Nobody around you understood you or your parents, so you felt alone. And I'm sure that was really hard.
Luca: But the world is full of people who DO understand. You just stopped looking.
Luca: I might've been the first one you met, but the Halidom is full of people who will understand your feelings.
Chelsea: No... No way!
Chelsea: The humans in town didn't accept us. The people in my village shunned me! NOBODY understands but YOU!
Luca: That's just not true, Chelsea. But if you need me to prove that to you, then I will.
Luca: Come on, let's head back to the castle.
Chelsea: W-we're holding hands?! EEEEEEEE!

Luca: ...Anyway, that's the plan. You guys up for helpin' out?
Ranzal: We're with ya. And I'm sure we can find more people to join the cause.
Sarisse: We'll send word to the sylvans in the woods. They're gonna come in DROVES!
Cleo: We shall ready the venue. It appears we will have quite a few guests.
Luca: Thanks, gang!
Chelsea: What are you up to, Luccy?
Luca: Heh heh, it's a secret!
Luca: But I promise you this: You're about to have a ton more friends.
Chelsea: Luccy...

Chelsea: Wh-what's going on here?
Luca: Just a little mixer. Humans and sylvans alike, breakin' bread and hangin' out.
Luca: We rounded up some humans who wanted to know more about sylvan customs, and some sylvans who were happy to teach.
Soldier: So that's how y'all handle a bow, is it? Fascinatin'!
Soldier: The dyework here is incredible... I've never seen such unique colors!
Soldier: But you know, if you add mulberries to your dye, you can bring out even deeper shades.
Sylvan Artisan: Is that so? Let's give it a try!
Chelsea: They're all...getting along. And even LEARNING from each other! It's...
Luca: Just like what your mom and dad were striving for, yeah?
Luca: All of us at the Halidom have realized something, traveling around so much.
Luca: There are lots of humans that wanna know more about sylvan practices. Waaay more than you'd think!
Luca: And on the flipside, there's a ton of sylvans that wanna learn from humans, too.
Luca: You just happened to be surrounded by a pretty insular crowd, I guess.
Chelsea: They all look so happy... Just like Mama and Papa did.
Sarisse: THERE you two are!
Laranoa: DOUBLE BODY SLAM!
Chelsea: Oof!
Laranoa: Nya ha ha! That was a solid one!
Luca: Jeez, take it easy!
Laranoa: C'mon, it's just a friendly hello! I bet the humans here would take to it pretty quick.
Sarisse: Hey Chelsea, we're all gonna play a game together. Wanna join us?
Chelsea: You want ME?
Luca: 'Course they do! You're the guest of honor.
Sarisse: And you've only really been talking to Luca, right?
Sarisse: Everyone else wants to get to know you too! Plus, between you and me, you can do WAY better than my brother.
Laranoa: Everyone, gather round! We're gonna split into teams, and...
Chelsea: *sniffle*
Luca: What's wrong, Chelsea?
Chelsea: I... I don't know. My heart feels all warm and fluffy, but I'm crying...
Chelsea: Nobody's ever invited me to play before. What should I do, Luccy?
Luca: Well, I think step one is to smile. And step two is to get out there!
Luca: We're all just gonna goof off and get to know each other better. That's how you make friends, you know?
Chelsea: ...Okay. Count me in!
Cleo: Thank you all for coming, everyone. Now, if you could all assist in the clean-up...
Luca: Sorry Cleo, but I've gotta bounce. I owe Chelsea some one-on-one time.
Cleo: Of course. Good luck, Luca.
Chelsea: Thanks for today, Luccy. I made a lot of new friends.
Luca: Heck yeah you did! Wasn't it easy?
Chelsea: It was. I guess I've kind of just been in my own world ever since my parents died.
Chelsea: Nobody here had any problem with me; I just convinced myself otherwise.
Luca: It sounds like you finally understand.
Luca: And now that that's cleared up, we actually need to have another important discussion. You mind?
Chelsea: Sure. What is it?
Luca: I've thought a lot about how I wanna deepen and broaden the exchange between human and sylvan cultures.
Luca: But to actually make it happen, we need this world to find peace first.
Chelsea: Okay...
Luca: I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm really honored that you care about me so much. But right now, I...
Luca: Right now I can't think of anything but fighting alongside the prince and everyone. We're fighting to save our whole world.
Chelsea: ......
Luca: So I need you to understand that what I said to you on the mountain wasn't a proposal. I'm really sorry I gave you the wrong idea.
Chelsea: No, I should be the one apologizing. You tried to explain it multiple times, and I just didn't want to hear it.
Chelsea: I... I'm going to go help clean up. Bye!
Ranzal: Seemed like that went all right. Glad ya finally got through to her.
Luca: She's lived a very unfortunate life. But I think it'll be different after today.
Ranzal: For your sake, I hope so. Bwa ha ha!

Luca: *yawn* Morning already?
Chelsea: Morning, Luccy!
Luca: Mornin' Chel—WHAT ARE YOU DOIN' IN MY ROOM?!
Chelsea: I came to wake you up, silly! But you looked so cute all snuggled up, I ended up just staring for a while. Tee hee!
Luca: Aw, man... Wait, I KNOW I locked the door last night!
Cleo: I gave her a key. It's not good for a lock to be picked so frequently.
Sarisse: But if you're gonna wake him up, ya gotta actually do it, Chelsea!
Luca: Wh—Cleo? Sarisse?! What is going ON?!
Cleo: I've tasked Chelsea with looking after you for a while.
Sarisse: She'll keep you out of trouble. Riiight?
Chelsea: Yup! I'm gonna take the BEST care of you, Luccy. I'll prove to you that I'm prime wife material!
Luca: Er, did we not JUST clear up the whole marriage thing?
Chelsea: Oh, we did. But that doesn't mean I'm giving up on you. If anything, I like you even MORE now! Tee hee!
Chelsea: Besides, once you save the world and junk you'll be free to get married, right? That's where I come in.
Luca: *sigh* Two steps forward, one step back...
Chelsea: Remember that cloth I got on our date? I made some outfits for our future kids; one for a girl, and one for a boy.
Chelsea: Do you have any ideas for names? I'd love to name the boy Luccy, after my favorite person in the whole world!
Chelsea: I have girl names picked out too, of course, but we should probably lock in our wedding details before all that. Where do you want to have the ceremony?
Luca: Hold on a secon—
Chelsea: We'll live happily ever after, one big happy family! Tee hee heeee!
Luca: Oh, come ooooooon!

Once upon a time, long, looong ago...
(Okay, it wasn't THAT long ago, but whatever.)
One fated day, out in the woods, I met Luccy.

I was sobbing my eyes out, having lost my
mom and dad, and he swooped in to save me.
That's when love struck like a lightning bolt!
I just knew we were destined to be together.

Sure, fate conspired to keep us apart for some
time after that, but I never stopped searching
for him...until, at long last, we were reunited!
And on that special day, he had this to say:

"Come and live with me in my castle."

SQUEEEEE! OHHH EMMM GEEE!
I CAN'T EVEN! LITERALLY! OR FIGURATIVELY!

Everything was going so smoothly it had me
hyperventilating! I was living under the same
roof as my love! And as those happy days
went on, the event I'd been waiting for was
finally upon us.

Yes... Valentine's Day had come at last!
There'd be gifts and dates and professions
of undying love! Our bond would grow even
deeper! So, to get things started...

Valentine's Chelsea: LUCCY! Here you go: a super-special Valentine's Day present, from me to you!
Luca: Yeaaah, uh... I'm not really sure where to even start with you this time.
Luca: Let's go with, "What are you wearing?" Also, you mentioned a present, but you're empty-handed. What gives?
Valentine's Chelsea: Awww, silly Luccy! This dress is both the gift box AND the big ol' bow on top!
Valentine's Chelsea: And your present is...little ol' me!
Luca: ... ...... .........COME AGAIN?!
Valentine's Chelsea: Did I surprise you? Sorry if this is an eensy-weensy bit sudden!
Luca: Back up a sec. What's happening? Better yet, WHY'S it happening?
Valentine's Chelsea: Because it's Valentine's, silly! Don't you wanna take our love to the next level?
Valentine's Chelsea: That's why I thought of the perfect present. When I asked myself what I most wanted to give you, the answer was simple: me!
Luca: You say that, but you completely lost me. Who the heck's ever heard of giving a person as a present, anyway?
Valentine's Chelsea: I dunnooo, but I'm all yours now, Luccy. Oop, joy's flooding out of my nose like a waterfall!
Luca: Chelsea, that's blood. And hey, are you even listening to me? Wait. Dumb question. Of course you're not.
Valentine's Chelsea: Eee hee hee! Now that I'm one of your belongings, I get to come home with you!
Valentine's Chelsea: I've gotta pick out the best vantage spot for maximum Luccy-gazing. How about... here? Ooh, or maybe here? No, wait, here!
Valentine's Chelsea: I'll be right at your bedside so I can watch you sleep aaaaall night long!
Luca: Wha—hey! Don't go building a nest outta my pillows. I use those to sleep 'n stuff!
Valentine's Chelsea: Oops! Sorry, Luccy. Am I in the way? I'll move so I'm across from the door, then!
Valentine's Chelsea: Eeeee hee hee hee hee hee!
Luca: I give up. She's even more, uh... "passionate" than usual today.

Luca: I'm off on patrol, Cleo!
Cleo: Thank you, Luca. Do you have everything with you? You always take off in such a hurry that I worry you'll forget something.
Luca: Aw, I'm fine! Got my bow, plenty of arrows, and even a buncha apples to snack on. I'm not leaving anything—
 ???: BZZZT! You're forgetting something VERY important!
Luca: Huh? Like what?
Chelsea: Like ME, silly! It's imperative that you keep me on your person at all times.
Luca: Wow, yeah, completely slipped my mind... Maybe because that's NOT HAPPENING!

Luca: *sigh* But of course you came with me anyway.
Chelsea: Tee hee! I won't stand for you leaving home without me, mister!
Luca: Look, how am I supposed to patrol properly with you clinging to me like some kinda land-barnacle? I've gotta move, y'know!
Chelsea: Wait up, Luccy! If you go too far, someone's liable to come scoop me up and drop me at the lost-and-found!
Luca: If only. Now c'mon, I'm trying to walk here! Quit goofing around and let's go.
Valentine's Chelsea: You make the whole "gruff, bossy hubby" thing work for you, Luccy. Hee hee. Just lead the way and I shall follow!
Luca: PLEASE. GET. OFF. OF. ME.

Luca: Phew. Finally finished my patrol. Where'd my number one fan run off to?
Valentine's Chelsea: Welcome home, Luccy!
Luca: HOLY...! How are you back in my room before me?
Valentine's Chelsea: Why, because I'm yours, silly! It's only natural for me to be here.
Luca: Chelsea. Please. Can we drop this whole bit?
Valentine's Chelsea: What EVER could you mean?
Luca: About you being my present, or some object that "belongs" to me.
Luca: You're a grown woman, Chelsea. People aren't commodities to own.
Valentine's Chelsea: Awww, but Luccy... What am I supposed to give you for Valentine's Day, then?
Luca: I don't care, as long as it's something normal! Emphasis on "thing."
Valentine's Chelsea: A thing... So that's what you want.
Luca: Right. And that does NOT include you. I'm sure anything you pick out will be great.
Valentine's Chelsea: That's so sweet, Luccy. Okay! I'll keep brainstorming the perfect present, then.

Valentine's Chelsea: *mumble mumble grumble rumble...* *mumble grumble rumble mumble...* Nnnnngrrrgh...
Valentine's Chelsea: I can't sleep! The more I think about what I wanna give Luccy, the more ideas come to mind.
Valentine's Chelsea: I can't pick only one. I wish I could just...give him all of them.
Valentine's Chelsea: Waaait a second. Silly me. That's EXACTLY what I'll do!
Valentine's Chelsea: Eee hee hee, Valentine's Day is juuust getting started. We're for SURE going on a date and pledging our eternal love.
Valentine's Chelsea: But first, I'll make my feelings clear with a whole heap of presents. Prepare to be positively showered with affection, Luccy!
Valentine's Chelsea: Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of it!
Valentine's Chelsea: It'll be less a shower of affection... and more of a HURRICANE! Hee hee!

Valentine's Chelsea: Ta-dah! Here's your present, Luccy. Spoiler: it's a sweater!
Valentine's Chelsea: It's got your name on it...AND mine! I tried to make it really classy. Artistic-like, you know?

Valentine's Chelsea: Ta-daaah! Here's your gift for today, Luccy. I drew our storybook love into a literal storybook!
Valentine's Chelsea: It starts with our meeting and goes all the way up to when we're buried side-by-side in a shared grave! Oops, more spoilers!

Valentine's Chelsea: Ta-daaaaah! Here's today's haul, Luccy! The armoire in your room was getting old, so I had a new one custom-built for you!
Valentine's Chelsea: Too big? Don't be silly! With all our kids on the way, we'll need at LEAST this much storage to keep everything squared away.

Luca: *siiiiiiigh*
Luca: (Well, Chelsea DID listen to me about only giving inanimate objects as presents...)
Luca: (But it's EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. And each one's more expensive and labor-intensive than the last.)
Luca: (I can tell she's put a ton of thought into each and every one, but...that's kinda the problem. It's terrifying.)
Luca: (I keep looking over my shoulder, bracing for the next "token of affection.")
Chelsea: LUCCY!
Luca: Eagh! She's back again! I've gotta hide!
Chelsea: Hmmmmm? Are you out and about? Luuuccy! Oh, Luuuuuccy!
Luca: (Hold your breath... Erase your presence... Just another minute, and she'll—)
Chelsea: *sniff* *sniff* *sniffffff* Target acquired.
Luca: ?!
Chelsea: I know you're iiiiin there, Luccy! Open the door. Open the door, sweetie. Open it. Open the door OPEN THE DOOR—
Luca: *gasp* Hrk... I'm not! I'm not here!
Chelsea: I know what's going on here, Luccy. The door's stuck and you're trapped inside. But don't you worry...
Chelsea: I'll pry it open with my crowbar of love.
Luca: Chelsea?! GAH! The door's in splinters!
Chelsea: There we go, Luccy. I knew you were in here, silly.
Chelsea: Your Chelsea is riiiight here!
Luca: IN ILIA'S NAME I PRAY, SPARE MEEE!

Valentine's Chelsea: *sigh...*
Sarisse: What's wrong, Chelsea?
Valentine's Chelsea: Oh! Sarisse. Well, it's about yesterday...

Valentine's Chelsea: —and then he let out the CUTEST blood- curdling scream and fainted on the spot.
Sarisse: I see. Luca can be so insensitive at times! What kinda dunderhead freaks out when someone's only trying to give you a gift?
Valentine's Chelsea: I wanted to make him happy, not scared...
Sarisse: Hmmm... So you're trying to think of a present that'll brighten his spirits, huh?
Sarisse: Maybe something normal would work best. He's a pretty simple-minded guy.
Sarisse: What about making some food for him? Like, some sweets would make an easy gift.
Valentine's Chelsea: You think? I'd been avoiding food, seeing as I already make him meals all the time.
Sarisse: No need to worry about that. There's no way a gift that timeless'll go over his head!
Valentine's Chelsea: If you think Luccy will love it, then I'm in.
Sarisse: Great! Mind if I join you in the kitchen? Melsa and I are doing a sweets exchange!
Sarisse: You're a total cooking whiz, so I'd love to have you there to help if I get stuck.
Valentine's Chelsea: You really want to bake with me?!
Valentine's Chelsea: (Oh gosh, I'm freaking out! But once Luccy and I are married, she'll be my little sis...)
Valentine's Chelsea: Y'know? I'd love to help, Sarisse! Both today, and for many, MANY years to come.
Sarisse: Uh... Okay? As long as you don't mind!

Sarisse: Now, what to make... Got anything in mind yet, Chelsea?
Valentine's Chelsea: I'm going with apple pie! Luccy just LOVES apples.
Sarisse: Aha ha ha! I figured you'd say that. His taste buds are gonna be in heaven.
Sarisse: Now, as for me... I should probably make something holiday-appropriate.
Sarisse: The problem is, I'm just not that familiar with Valentine's Day. It's a human thing.
Valentine's Chelsea: How about, um... Rose cookies?
Valentine's Chelsea: Roses are a traditional Valentine's gift, so I think that should be plenty suitable.
Sarisse: Huh! Great idea, Chelsea! I knew you were the right girl to ask about this kinda stuff.
Valentine's Chelsea: Oh, uh... Gosh! Ha ha. You're making me blush. Glad I could help!
Sarisse: For a sylvan, you sure are an expert on this human holiday.
Valentine's Chelsea: Yeah, I guess so. When I was little, I lived with my mom and dad in a human village, see.
Valentine's Chelsea: We used to give each other Valentine's presents every year—as a family.
Sarisse: That's really sweet. You must have so many happy holiday memories, then.
Valentine's Chelsea: Yeah. It's a special day for me. That's why I really wanna make it memorable for Luccy, too.
Sarisse: Awww, my brother is SO spoiled. Right— let's cram all our love into these suckers!

Sarisse: And...done! Ha ha! I hope Melsa likes it.
Sarisse: How'd your apple pie come out? Whoa, that looks amazing! It's got a perfectly golden crust, and that smell? HEAVENLY.
Valentine's Chelsea: No... It's a failure.
Sarisse: Huh?
Valentine's Chelsea: It's burned here and there. Plus, the dome didn't rise high enough.
Valentine's Chelsea: Valentine's Day is special. The pie has to be special, too!
Sarisse: Er, Chelsea...? Don't tell me you're going to start again from scratch?

Valentine's Chelsea: Another dud. The ratio of apple filling to crust was totally skewed.
Sarisse: You're starting over AGAIN? But it looks delicious...

Valentine's Chelsea: Nope... This one's flawed too. Too much cinnamon this time.
Sarisse: You DO know it's almost midnight, right? How many pies have you gone through?

Valentine's Chelsea: Another-nother-nother-nother-nother dud... One more time!
Sarisse: Zzz...zzz...
Valentine's Chelsea: I'll keep going till I've got the perfect apple pie. No matter how many tries it takes.

Valentine's Chelsea: Another dud... A failure... One more... Just one more...try... *mumble*
Luca: *yaaawn* Mmm, something sure smells good. What's cookin'?
Luca: Whoa! It's apple pies as far as the eye can see! Talk about a breakfast buffet. Let's have a taste... *HOMPH!*
Valentine's Chelsea: GYAAAH! LUCCY, NO! You can't eat that! It's not... It's not...!
Valentine's Chelsea: It has a whole half-pinch too much sugar, the fire was two kindling twigs too hot, and the egg wash only hit 99.9%! It's not food!
Luca: Mm? This... This is AMAZING!
Valentine's Chelsea: Bwuh?
Luca: Oh, hey, Chelsea. Did you bake this? Girl, you could WEAPONIZE pie this good!
Valentine's Chelsea: You... You like it? You're happy, Luccy? Even though my pie is totally garbage-tier?
Luca: What are you talking about? This is a fantastic present. I love it.
Luca: (And unlike all the others, I don't feel a crushing weight bearing down on me...but that's a little hard to say to her face.)
Valentine's Chelsea: Eee... EEE HEE HEE HEE HEE! This is great. Stupendous, even!
Valentine's Chelsea: My Luccy's a bona fide pie-niac! I just have to bake until the cows come home!
Valentine's Chelsea: Sorry it took me this long to figure out what you wanted, sweetie. Thank you, Sarisse! Thank you, Valentine's Day!
Valentine's Chelsea: From now on, I'll bake you desserts for all three meals, plus afternoon and midnight snacks!
Valentine's Chelsea: Ooh, I'd better get started planting the apple orchard for next year! The wheat field for the flour I'll need, too.
Luca: Uh, you REALLY don't have to do all that.
Valentine's Chelsea: EeE HeE hEe HeE! Eventually, your entire diet will consist of nothing but food I've lovingly grown from the ground up!
Valentine's Chelsea: Just you wait, Luccy!
Luca: Ah, yes. There's that old, familiar terror setting in again.

Valentine's Chelsea: Tee hee... Eeeee hee hee hee hee...
Luca: This apple pie is insanely good!
Valentine's Chelsea: I've had Luccy's smile replaying on endless loop in my head ever since! It's enough to make a girl drool!
Luca: No, this is more than just good, Chelsea...
Luca: This is more than an apple pie. It's an edible declaration of your love.
Luca: And I'm accepting each and every bite. Chelsea, bake me one of these every day for the rest of our lives together!
Valentine's Chelsea: Thus did a parade of sweets grace the couple's table every day, their love fuller than their bellies at dinnertime...
Valentine's Chelsea: Then came the children. First one, then two, three... Before they knew it, the pitter- patter of twenty tiny feet filled their home!
Valentine's Chelsea: A home warmed by a glowing hearth. A huge yard for teaching the kids archery. And a gigantic, fluffy, white dog as a pet!
Valentine's Chelsea: EEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!
Valentine's Chelsea: Married! We have to get married!
Valentine's Chelsea: So nice to have a clear vision of my future. Now, for tomorrow's Valentine's present—

Staff: Gold is the classic choice for wedding and engagement jewelry, though many younger people choose silver as well.
Valentine's Chelsea: Yes, yes, I see... Very interesting.
Valentine's Chelsea: They're all so lovely! It just isn't a wedding without a shiny pair of matching earrings. I need to pick out the very best for us!
Staff: Oh, yes! Matching earrings are a powerful symbol of your eternal union—proof of a sylvan spouse's bond! Do take your time.
Staff: Ah, but is your partner not with you today to help you choose?
Valentine's Chelsea: Nope! My Luccy's just too popular. He's always in high demand. That's why I try to take care of these things for him.
Staff: Awww! He's so lucky to have you. I'm sure you'll enjoy a wonderful partnership together.
Valentine's Chelsea: You think?! Heh. Hee hee hee... You flatter me. I'll try my absolute best!
Staff: Now, have you made your decision?
Valentine's Chelsea: I've gotta say, nothing draws my eye quite like the bling here. It'll shine a guiding light on the path of matrimony before us!
Valentine's Chelsea: And then... I'd also like your best piece that's infused with the power of love!
Staff: Infused with the...what of what, miss?
Valentine's Chelsea: Y'know, like if Luccy gets hurt in battle and I pray to the heavens and his earring picks up my prayer and starts glowing and the
Valentine's Chelsea: power of my love is like ZWING! and heals his wounds miraculously and he's all like WOW! or if the two of us get split up, but
Valentine's Chelsea: only in the geographic sense because we'll never get split up relationship-wise but the rings would light up with the power of love
Valentine's Chelsea: and guide us back to each other's arms so basically a pair of earrings that will get us through any and all obstacles forever!
Staff: I'm afraid we don't have anything quite so, erm...magical in stock.
Valentine's Chelsea: It's not magic; it's the whole key to our happy future that I absolutely cannot live without and will fully throw a fit if I can't get, thanks!
Staff: Uhhh... Um... I could introduce you to a skilled goldsmith who can apply protective properties?
Staff: The northern woods are home to a legendary artisan with a deep knowledge of magic. He might be able to make—
Valentine's Chelsea: Say no more. I'm on the case!
Staff: Honestly, though, I wouldn't recommend it. His skill is rivaled only by his legendary temper. He refuses our commissions and—
Staff: Er... Miss?

Valentine's Chelsea: So that's what I want. Make it, please!
Master Craftsman: *sigh* Hold your horses, girl. I don't just go hammering out accessories for any lovesick fool who drops by.
Master Craftsman: Yes, my enchanted artifacts are quite powerful. But that's precisely why I can't casually dole them out to strangers.
Valentine's Chelsea: Don't worry! There's nothing casual about the love between me and Luccy!
Master Craftsman: That... That isn't my point. Now, listen—
Valentine's Chelsea: Then what IS your point? Our love stands on the bedrock of two iron wills! Frankly, it's offensive you'd suggest otherwise.
Master Craftsman: Yes, and I'm saying that's not the... Look. Real love is about carving open your own path together. You can't just buy a magic—
Valentine's Chelsea: That's exactly what I'm doing: carving a path! By any means necessary. Hee hee.
Valentine's Chelsea: I'm sure you'll understand if you just hear me out. Now, listen while I extol the strength of our love!
Valentine's Chelsea: First, there's all of Luccy's best traits. He's bright and cheery and super popular and nice to everyone and he's a dreamer and—

Valentine's Chelsea: —which is why I knew then and there! Forever being his steadfast companion is my calling. My role. My destiny!
Master Craftsman: Girl, I... Fine. You know what? Fine.
Valentine's Chelsea: Huh? But I have four or five more hours of prepared material (plus visual aids!) ready to go! Here, I'll—
Master Craftsman: MERCY! Please, no! I'll make them! Anything you want! Just please, spare me!

Master Craftsman: Here... They're done. Take 'em and go.
Valentine's Chelsea: Wooow, they're SOOO pretty! A pair of magic earrings to protect our fated love...
Master Craftsman: More like "lightly enchanted." At the end of the day, no trinket will keep your love alive. That's your job.
Valentine's Chelsea: Awww, Mr. Craftsman Guy...! I promise you we'll live happily ever after!

Valentine's Chelsea: I finally got my hands on the symbols of our love. Sit tight, Luccy. I'm on my way!
Bandit: Hey. You catch that dame? Just walked out of the stubborn old goat's workshop with some kinda jewelry.
Bandit: You serious? The stingy old coot's pieces all go for a fortune at market.
Bandit: And there went one with a skinny, defenseless little waif of a girl... Keh heh heh. It's time for a shakedown.

Chelsea: *huff...* *pant...* Finally made it over the mountain. Not long now till I'm back at Luccy's side.
Bandit: Whoa there, lass. That's as far as you go.
Valentine's Chelsea: Aaah!
Valentine's Chelsea: Who are you?
Bandit: Just a few friendly fellas what followed you out here to relieve you of those little trinkets you got.
Valentine's Chelsea: What, these earrings?
Bandit: The very same, aye. Made by the old craftsman what used to work for the royal family, weren't they?
Bandit: Wouldn't be right, you keepin' such treasures all to yerself, now would it? Let's have 'em here, love.
Valentine's Chelsea: No way. These represent my upcoming marriage to Luccy.
Bandit: So you're to be wed, eh? That's right—you forest-dwellers trade earrings at the altar.
Bandit: You're young to marry yet, lass. Cool your heels and consider those baubles a charitable donation. Or...
Bandit: We can do this rough-like.
Valentine's Chelsea: So you plan on taking them by force, then?
Valentine's Chelsea: Well... I'm still not handing them over. They're part of my special Valentine's plan to live happily ever after with Luccy!
Bandit: You don't say? Thing is, it's awful hard to live happily ever after...if you stop livin'!
Valentine's Chelsea: Eeagh! No! Stop!
Bandit: Hyeh heh heh. Scared to die, girl? Then hand 'em over, and do it fast!
Bandit: Better do as he says. What kinda idiot blathers on about weddings and holidays with a blade to her throat?
Bandit: Besides, you're puttin' yourself in the poorhouse givin' valuables away to some loverboy. Might as well toss 'em by the roadside at that point!
Valentine's Chelsea: You don't give presents because it turns you a profit. You do it to show the love you carry in your heart.
Bandit: Get a load of this dunce, boys. Gah ha ha! That hippity-hoppity head fulla Valentine's fluff is about to be lying in the dirt!
Valentine's Chelsea: Aaah!
Bandit: Last chance, girl! Give 'em here!
Valentine's Chelsea: *pant* No... Never...
Chelsea's Father: Getting to spend Valentine's Day with you and your mother makes it the happiest day of my life, year after year.
Chelsea's Mother: One day, when you're all grown up, you can celebrate it by showering the person YOU love with presents, Chelsea.
Valentine's Chelsea: It's not...just fluff...
Bandit: Say again? You got rocks for brains, or—
Valentine's Chelsea: Spending Valentine's with the one you love makes it the happiest day of your life...
Valentine's Chelsea: So I'm spending it with Luccy. This year, and the year after, and the year after that.
Valentine's Chelsea: I'll give him so many presents, he'll be the happiest boy in the whole wide world.
Valentine's Chelsea: Which means these earrings are Luccy's happiness. And anyone who gets in the way of Luccy's happiness...
Bandit: GWARGH?!
Bandit: What?! How'd she just—
Bandit: HURK!
Valentine's Chelsea: I'll delete you all... Delete... Delete... DELETE!
Bandit: Mercy... I'm beggin' ya!
Bandits: GYAAAAAGH!
Valentine's Chelsea: *pant...* *pant...*
Valentine's Chelsea: That takes care of those nasty obstacles. I'll be home soon, Luccy. Wait for me...

Valentine's Chelsea: *pant...* *pant...* Luccy... Luccy...
Valentine's Chelsea: LUUUCCYYY!
Luca: Huh? Whoa—Chelsea?! What's wrong?
Valentine's Chelsea: Hm? Oh, sorry! Did I worry you? I know today's present is a bit later than usual.
Luca: That's not what I meant! You're bleeding! What in the world happened to you?
Valentine's Chelsea: Oh, this? I was on my way over with your gift when some silly bandits held me up.
Valentine's Chelsea: No need to worry, though! I didn't let them lay a finger on it.
Luca: The GIFT is fine? Chelsea, you're...! Ugh, why do you always do this?!
Valentine's Chelsea: Please take it, Luccy. This is my way of saying—
Luca: Enough of this, Chelsea!
Valentine's Chelsea: Muh...?
Luca: Why would you risk your life over this? Did you really think that would make me happy?!
Valentine's Chelsea: Luccy? I'm... I'm sorry...
Valentine's Chelsea: But it's Valentine's Day, and I tried my best to show you how I feel, so—
Luca: Did I ever ask you for presents? Did I say you had to try your best at ANYTHING for my sake?
Valentine's Chelsea: Well, no, but I want you to be happy, so I'll do whatever it takes to make that—
Luca: "Whatever it takes"? Just stop it. Seriously.
Luca: If you're going to keep doing things like this, I never want another present from you! EVER!
Valentine's Chelsea: !
Valentine's Chelsea: You don't...want any more presents from me. Never, ever, ever, huh?
Valentine's Chelsea: ...
Valentine's Chelsea: ......
Valentine's Chelsea: .........
Valentine's Chelsea: Hee hee... Okay.
Valentine's Chelsea: I understand, Luccy. I'll do as you ask.
Valentine's Chelsea: I'll stop with the presents. So, please...
Luca: Look, Chelsea. I'm sorry I yelled. But I'm being dead serious when I say I'd be much happier if you'd stop with all the gifts.

Valentine's Chelsea: *mumble mumble...*
Valentine's Chelsea: Valentine's Day with the one I love... My happy future... Gifts given with all my heart...
Valentine's Chelsea: If he doesn't want any of that...
Valentine's Chelsea: Heh heh... Aha ha ha ha...

Ranzal: Out on patrol, Luca? 'Preciate it! Oh, is Chelsea not with you today?
Ranzal: You two've been joined at the hip ever since Valentine's Day.
Luca: We, uh, kinda got into it yesterday...
Ranzal: Lover's quarrel, huh?
Luca: It's not like that, man. I just... I might've been a little harsh on her.
Luca: But I don't want her risking her neck just to get me some present, and if you don't talk to her bluntly, she never listens.
Luca: Anyway, what's done is done. It had to be said.
Ranzal: Uh-huh. Well, if you think ya had to, ya had to. You wanna go a couple rounds? Knock you right outta that funk?
Luca: Ooh, great idea! It's been too long. All righty. Let's rumble!

Luca: Hnnngh... Ahhh! I'm stiff as a board after all that sparring. Hope my bed's ready for the belly flop of the centur—
Valentine's Chelsea: Welcome back, Luccy!
Luca: Gah! Chelsea? Uhhh... What brings you here?
Luca: And why is my room A DISASTER AREA?!
Valentine's Chelsea: Oh, this? You said you didn't want any of my presents, so I'm disposing of them.
Valentine's Chelsea: Every single gift I gave you for Valentine's Day was just in your way, Luccy.
Valentine's Chelsea: And anything in my Luccy's way has to be deleted. Delete... Delete... Delete! Aha ha... AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
Luca: Hooold on, Chelsea! Chill out!
Luca: Is this about what I said yesterday? Look, I didn't mean I don't want all the stuff you gave me; I only—
Valentine's Chelsea: You don't have to explain anything, Luccy. You always sacrifice yourself for others. But what you don't want, you don't want!
Valentine's Chelsea: And anything my Luccy doesn't want gets DE-LE-TED!
Luca: Er, Chelsea? Chelsea! Where are you going?! Wait!

Valentine's Chelsea: And one...two... BURN IT ALL!
Luca: *huff...* *pant...* Chelsea! Wait, you gave me that! Don't burn it!
Valentine's Chelsea: Why not, sweetie? If you don't need it, then neither does this world.
Valentine's Chelsea: All those fun Valentine's memories... All those happy Valentine's dreams... They're aaaaall gone now.
Valentine's Chelsea: But that's just fine. If it's going to get in the way of my Luccy loving me, Valentine's Day can rot in the gutter and DIE!
Luca: Don't say that! There's nothing wrong with feeling sentimental about a holiday.
Luca: Nobody's telling you not to. I'M certainly not telling you not to!
Valentine's Chelsea: But that's the thing, Luccy. If you hate it, it isn't fun for me at all. That's why I'm reducing it all to ash!
Luca: Chelsea... Everything I say to you truly goes in one ear and out the other, huh?
Luca: Well, I'm not letting it slide. Not anymore. I'm about two seconds away from going FULL LUCA SMASH!
Valentine's Chelsea: You're...mad?
Luca: Damn right I'm mad. I'm not just gonna sit here and watch you trample your own feelings right in front of me!
Valentine's Chelsea: !
Luca: PLEASE. Just listen to me for once. Actually listen. What I said yesterday...
Luca: I meant that I don't want a present from you that causes you to come home bruised and battered!
Luca: I'm not telling you I hate presents. I hate seeing you go too far. That's it. That's all. I don't want to see you get hurt, Chelsea.
Valentine's Chelsea: But...sometimes you have to go just a little bit crazy to really show how you fee—
Luca: Is that what love is to you—madness?! Obsession? Rare, expensive gifts? NO!
Luca: Your feelings shouldn't come wrapped up in a box.
Luca: Your feelings are inside you, Chelsea. In your heart!
Valentine's Chelsea: !
Luca: That's all I need from you. Okay? That's enough for me!
Valentine's Chelsea: Luccy...!
Luca: Am I getting through to you? Those are MY feelings. Did they get across okay?
Valentine's Chelsea: ...
Valentine's Chelsea: ......
Valentine's Chelsea: .........
Valentine's Chelsea: Yeah... I'm sorry, Luccy.
Valentine's Chelsea: I love you SO much, but...I wasn't really listening to what you were telling me.
Valentine's Chelsea: I completely missed how kind you were being.
Luca: Gah! HOT! Maybe don't glomp me with a lit torch in your hands!
Valentine's Chelsea: Luccy, Luccy, LUCCYYYYY!
Luca: AUGH, STOP! IT BURNS! Gimme that, you dang lunatic!
Valentine's Chelsea: Oop—
Valentine's Chelsea: Ah. Whoopsie, I dropped it.
Luca: GAAAAAAAH!

Elisanne: Er... Your Highness, there's been a minor conflagration in the courtyard.
Euden: What in the world happened?
Elisanne: Yes, well. It seems Chelsea was trying to burn some refuse there...
Euden: She was? What's the damage?
Elisanne: Just some scorched grass, thankfully. It was just a small blaze, quickly contained. Shall we make a formal reprimand?
Euden: If no harm came from it, there's no need. Honestly, something of this scale hardly surprises me at this point.
Euden: If I yelled every time someone set the yard aflame with magic or blew it up with some ancient weapon, I'd go hoarse.
Elisanne: You...have a point. Understood. Then I'll take no further action.

Valentine's Chelsea: Luccy! Say, "Aaaaah!"
Luca: Aah.
Valentine's Chelsea: How does today's apple pie taste, on a scale of "one" to "nummy"?
Luca: Life-changing.
Valentine's Chelsea: Yaaay! Luccy complimented my baking again!
Valentine's Chelsea: Tee hee hee... Okay, one more bite, then! "Aaaaah!"
Luca: Aah.
Valentine's Chelsea: EEEEE HEE HEE hee hee!
Valentine's Chelsea: (There's no better present I can give Luccy than my feelings.)
Valentine's Chelsea: (And that's something I can give him every day—not just on Valentine's!)
Valentine's Chelsea: (I hope you've got room for a whole lot more, my sweet.)
Valentine's Chelsea: ('Cause I've got so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO, SO...)
Valentine's Chelsea: SOOOOOOOOOOO much more to give!