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[blue_flames]

[It's after dinner. Ike is standing outside the room that Maribelle has been staying in.

He knocks. Three times. Knock knock knock.]

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[blue_flames]

...That's a jest, right?

[Because Ike seriously can't believe anybody could believe in actually doing that, no matter how pampered they are.]

[classier]

[Maribelle cracks open an eye from her self-contented expression and arches an eyebrow at Ike.]

...I do have some self-awareness, Ike.

[blue_flames]

Well...sure, but it's not always easy to tell.

[Understatement of the year.]

[classier]

...Hmph.

I assure you, it would be welcomed with open arms by all the people, regardless.

[Probably still joking again.]

Oh, Ike... Since you do know of this now... Might I request that you glance over future drafts, perhaps?

[blue_flames]

Sure, no problem. And do I have your assurance you'll help clear up any questions I might have?

[classier]

I could hardly receive a fair review if you didn't understand the meaning of it. ...There will be quite a bit of, er... 'legal-ese', I'm afraid. It's how these things tend to work.

[blue_flames]

That's fine. I've had to deal with worse. I swear, the bloated windbags I've had to deal with in both Crimea and Begnion would make up words on the spot just so they could lord my lack of vocabulary over me.