Philia: I dreamed about the prince last night! We were holding hands, and he said he LOVED me, and...EEE! Anyway, I'm in a great mood now.
The prince is my soul mate!
Chelsea: Ohmigosh, I know EXACTLY what you mean. I dream about Luccy every. Single. Night. So I wake up happy every single day! Tee hee!
I love Luccy sooooooooooo much!
Chelsea: I'm sure he dreams about me too—he's just too shy to say anything.
Chelsea: He probably mumbles in his sleep, like "Chelsea, my love, don't ever leave me..." or "Of course you can smell my feet..."
Philia: Oh, I'm sure the prince dreams about me too. I can practically hear him now! "Philia, you're my truest of true loves..."
Chelsea & Philia: Tee hee... Tee hee hee! TEEEEEE HEE HEE HEE HEEEEEE!
Chelsea: All right! I'm gonna keep my ear pressed to Luccy's door every night from now on. No winks, just eavesdropping!
Philia: Girl, that would be murder on your complexion. Lucky for you, there's a better way.
Unerring Fortune Teller
Verica: Let me make sure I understand your request. What you wish to know is—
Chelsea & Philia: Every word that Luccy and the prince say in their sleep!
Verica: Forgive me, but such feats are beyond the reach of even my auguries.
Chelsea & Philia: Awwww...
Verica: Should you seek a glimpse into the future, however, I would be most happy to oblige.
Chelsea: Ooo, yes please! Tell me about me and Luccy's wedding day!
Philia: Good idea! Then you can plan ahead for bad weather or party crashers or whatever.
Verica: Apparently you consider the marriage itself a foregone conclusion... But perhaps that means I'll be able to see something.
Verica: Now, orbuculum, show me the future... Hm?! No... No, it cannot be!
Chelsea: Too cute, right? Is Luccy in a tux? How does his butt look?
Verica: I see only you, Chelsea. Stalked by the shadow of death.
Philia: Uhh... Come again?
Verica: Especially today, you must stay far away from Luca. If you do not, you will no doubt meet your doom.
Chelsea: Oh, I believe it! I swear, when I'm next to him my heart beats so fast I feel like I'm gonna keel over right then and there. Tee hee!
Philia: Uh... Chelsea? This sounds pretty serious. Maybe just play it safe for today, yeah? Luca's off training in the mountains, anyway, so—
Chelsea: Oh, right! I better hustle up there and bring him some lunch.
Philia: Are you TRYING to die?!
Verica: Chelsea, you will be placing yourself in grave danger if you seek Luca out now.
Chelsea: You're right... Seeing Luccy all sweaty and swole is BOUND to get me in trouble! Oh jeez, I'm drooling...
Philia: Chelsea, we're talking about LITERAL DEATH here. Let's you and me just hang out here today.
Chelsea: Oh, Philia. How can you say you love the prince if you're afraid of a little death?
Verica: It would seem our appeals have gone unheard—but we must not allow death to claim her.
Philia: You're right.
Philia: There's nothing more sacred than love. It's what makes life worth living, so we can't let some stinky shadow muck things up! Let's go, Verica!
Verica: O-okay, but I'm not sure we're on the same page...
Chelsea: A lunch box full of love! Hmm, or maybe a love box full of lunch...?
Verica: Following her like this feels rather underhanded.
Philia: Yeah, well, suck it up! We need to make sure she lives to see Luca again, even if it means getting our sneak on.
Verica: I suppose. ...Hm? What's that sound?
Philia: Ack! Those rocks are rolling straight for Chelsea!
Chelsea: Luccy's gonna be so happy to see me! I made all his favorites, and I'm gonna feed him each bite myself.
Verica: What manner of sorcery...? She's walking through the barrage as if it weren't there!
Chelsea: Hey! Watch it, you dumb rocks! This basket is full of goodies for my honey bun!
Philia: She seems more concerned about the basket than her own body. This must be the power of love... Wait! Oh no!
Verica: She may have danced through those rocks with ease, but that fiend looks ready for a meal of its own!
Chelsea: Hush! I'm checking on Luccy's lunch right now. You just sit there and wait, got it?
Philia: Whoa, the fiends backed off! Guess there really is no stopping a lovestruck maiden on her—huh?!
Verica: The forest is ablaze! Even Chelsea must realize it would be folly to—
Chelsea: Aw, this mutton's gone cold. Guess I better warm it up real quick...
Philia: She's using the forest fire to reheat the food! Even now, she thinks only of Luca... Her flames of passion are burning hot!
Verica: We're about to be burning hot ourselves!
Chelsea: Almost there, Luccy!
Philia: Looks like she's gonna make it. Guess she didn't need us after all, huh?
Verica: Indeed. If anything, she has emerged in better shape than us.
Philia: Yeah. If I were the shadow of death or whatever, I'd probably throw the towel in at this point.
Verica: I do hope that you're right, but... I'd better look into my orbuculum to make sure.
Chelsea: Luccy! There you are!
Luca: Aw, man... Hey, Chelsea. What are you doing here?
Chelsea: What do you think, silly? I brought you lunch!
Luca: Holy crap... Chelsea?! Come on, stay with me!
Philia: Did she just get struck by lightning?!
Verica: Oh my... Philia, look at Chelsea through my orbuculum!
Philia: Wh-what the heck is that black shadow?
Verica: It's death, here to claim her soul.
Philia: What?! There's gotta be a way we can stop it, right?!
Verica: Alas, we mortals are powerless against the will of death.
Philia: But then... Chelsea's gonna...?
Chelsea: Hey... Who do you think you are?
Chelsea: What makes you think you can come between me and my Luccy, huh? Did YOU make him lunch? Did YOU bring it up here? Yeah, didn't think so!
Chelsea: So you better step off, or I'm gonna get stabby. You hear me? STABBY!
Verica: She... She just chased off death itself.
Chelsea: Luccy! How are you, baby?
Luca: How am I?! How are YOU?!
Chelsea: Oh, I'm great. I never feel more alive than when I'm with you! Tee hee!
Verica: No mortal can best the power of death, and yet...
Philia: Don't you see, Verica? Death might be strong, but love is stronger! *sniff* It's so beautiful...
Verica: Love, you say? Hmm... Powerful emotions HAVE been known to alter destiny.
Verica: So long as Chelsea harbors such fierce love, I suspect she'll be able to endure any number of fate's cruel twists.
Chelsea: Here comes the mutton train, Luccy! Open wiiiiide!