"Oh, greetings!... -Um, hello?... Sir?.. Elias?"
-"Hm?"
"You must be reading something really interesting there, mister Dimheim."
-"No, not really. Is there anything I can help you with, miss?"
"Oh. Don't you remember me?"
-"No."
"Berglind. You and your father are treating my grandfather..."
-"Ah, Lady Berglind. My apologies, is everything alright?"
"Of course. Grandfather seems a bit better than he was yesterday. I didn't really come here to talk about him. Wanted to talk to you a little."
-"Very well."
"You see. Father is going to be hosting a small ball once grandfather is better. I was hoping that maybe you... Umm..."
-"You seem flustered, my Lady. Is everything alright?"
"Yes! Everything is fine. I just.. Oh, um, I actually got this new dress for it. What do you think? Does it suit me?"
-"No."
"Wh-what? Why? What's wrong with it?"
-"The colour makes your skin look rather sickly, my Lady. The shadow from the hat doesn't flatter your structure and-"
"Excuse me!?"
-"What?"
"That's not what I was expecting."
-"What did you expect?"
"I expected you to say something nice!"
-"Oh. Well, my apologies. -You look very well fed, my Lady."
"What?"
-"What?"
"What do you mean by that?"
-"I mean you don't look thin, my Lady."
"I never! Good day to you, mister Dimheim!"
-" ....Good day to you as well, my Lady."
"You're an idiot."
-"Ngh... I've told you not to strike my head like that, Marcus. It's annoying."
"You deserve it. That was painful to watch. Painful! That conversation physically hurt me to witness."
-"That isn't possible."
"Shouldn't be, but you made it possible, dear brother of mine."
-"Elaborate."
"With pleasure. Ahem! You, stupid brother of mine, just managed to insult one of the most gorgeous women of this district by calling her not only ugly, but fat as well! Didn't you hear what she was trying to ask you?"
-"She didn't ask anything and I called her neither."
"You said she looked sickly in that new dress of hers and added that she was very well fed. You just told Lord Gunnrs daughter that she was ugly and fat. Not only that, but did so when she was trying get your attention. Probably for that ball. How? How do you even do that?"
-"She asked, didn't like the answer. Wanted me to compliment her and I did."
"No. No, no, no, you managed no such thing, Elias. I swear, watching you trying to speak with women is both sad and very entertaining. You manage to insult them every single time. You're lucky that many of them think you're cute and handsome, you can be admired from a far! Should put a sign on you."
-"... What do you mean?"
"Warning, keep away. Don't talk to me because I'm an idiot. Admire from a far. -That would be the sign."
-"Hmpf..."
"And of course the great Elias stuffs his nose in a book again. See, this is why you can't talk to people. Even I get sick of talking to you and I'm your brother."
-"...."
"I really hate this, you know?"
-"Hate what?"
"Needing to play the big brother when that's your role, but you can't teach me anything. Not unless I want to know how the inside of a rat looks like. Growing up with you hasn't been easy. When other kids have said something like 'My big brother can beat you up!', you know what I could say?"
-"...What?"
"My brother will just stare at you awkwardly and say something weird. Never said anything like that, of course. You just, I don't know. Just learn to be normal or something. It's embarrassing when people start talking about you around me. People laugh at you more than the district's simpleton. They're going to have a good laugh with this one. Elias managed to lose his chance with a beautiful blue-blood that tried to get his attention. I swear, Elias. You get some things handed to you on a silver platter and you just stare at it like a dimwit and go back to your books."
-"You can leave now, Marcus."
"What? Tired of hearing the truth? Think I'm allowed to blow out some air, since I'm going to be mocked for this whole thing as well. Why is it that I have more experience with life than you?"
-"You're fourteen. You don't have that much experience."
"Yeah, still I have more than you. What does that tell you?"
-"Can you please leave me alone now, Marcus? I'm trying to read."
"Mhm, as always."
-"Ngh... I have told you to stop that."
"Not until I manage to knock some sense into that head of yours! Literally!"
