Odin-Dwyer PC C-A

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Odin: AGH! MY ACHING STOMACH!

Dwyer: Uh, Dad? Are you feeling alright?

Odin: Oh, Dwyer! Just the person I wanted to see!

Odin: I've been afflicted with a foul stomachache, brought on by an increase in my dark power!

Dwyer: Do you need some medicine? Some tea to settle it, maybe?

Odin: Unfortunately not, son! This curse can only be cured with one thing, and one thing alone!

Dwyer: And...that would be what, exactly?

Odin: A special dish, made from rare ingredients not native to this land.

Odin: 'Twould truly be a culinary miracle to achieve in here!

Dwyer: Oh, it's just some kind of meal?

Dwyer: That's easy enough. Just tell me what we need to get and I can whip it up for you.

Odin: Nay, Dwyer! As I said, the ingredients are the problem, not the technique.

Odin: Though, I suppose I can ask around for some substitutions, if you're interested.

Dwyer: You're sure it'll help you with your, uh...problem?

Odin: I am!

Dwyer: Does Father know how to make it?

Odin: No?

Dwyer: Then I'll do it.

Dwyer: ...Right after my nap.

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Odin: The sun rises high in the sky, Dwyer! Today marks the first day our culinary journey as Chosen Ones!

Dwyer: This early?

Odin: The sooner we can relieve the spill of darkness over my soul, the better!

Dwyer: Alright, alright...

Dwyer: So, what are we doing, exactly?

Odin: I've found a cliffside where grows the mushroom of legend for our elixir!

Odin: Then, after that, we'll need to hunt the meat of the fabled Snow-Pelted Bear!

Odin: And THEN-

Dwyer: Dad, this just sounds like a regular dinner.

Odin: It may first appear that way, but I assure you this is the recipe for my tonic.

Dwyer: ...If you say so.

Dwyer: Hey, does the rest of this recipe include carrot, potato, and a healthy amount of rosemary?

Odin: Hm?!

Odin: Dwyer, have you become a mind-reader in our time apart?!

Dwyer: (Those are just normal stew ingredients...)

Dwyer: (Well, maybe not the bear.)

Dwyer: Those ingredients aren't going to collect themselves, Dad.

Odin: Right you are, Dwyer! Let us set off!

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Dwyer: Dad? Are you feeling any better after that stew- I mean, tonic?

Odin: ...

Dwyer: Dad? Are you OK?

Odin: ...I'm fine, Dwyer. You're a good cook, you know that?

Dwyer: Whoa, you're not shouting like you usually are. I think that meal might have toned you down a little too much...

Odin: I'm sorry, Dwyer. I told you that stew was an elixir, but really it was...

Odin: Well, it was something my mother used to make me.

Dwyer: Oh. That was one of Grandmother's recipes?

Odin: You could say that.

Odin: Recently, I've been...homesick. I thought that having an old favorite meal of mine would help, but...

Odin: *sniffle*

Dwyer: Whoa, Dad!

Odin: I'm OK. Didn't mean to lose my cool there!

Dwyer: Grandmother must be a pretty amazing cook to make a Chosen One like you cry.

Odin: She was.

Odin: But you know, Dwyer? I think you're her equal.

Odin: If you keep getting better, you may just surpass her!

Dwyer: You really mean that?

Odin: Of course I do.

Odin: You're my son, and a Chosen One! There isn't anything you can't do.

Dwyer: Will I get to meet her someday?

Dwyer: I'd like to compare recipes with her.

Odin: ......

Odin: ...Of course. Of course you'll get to meet her. Some day.

Odin: I'm sure she would adore you.