Dialogue with Jel
Dialogue
| Required for Quest |
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Requirements:
Quest InProgress:
Script:
Jel: So my wrinkle, how bad is it?
You: 
You can barely see it.
Jel: But you can see it.
Jel: Oh, Amara is going to be the death of me. This event is going to be a disaster, and mother, well, she's going to be ashamed of us all!
Jel: How can I make Amara see reason?
Jel: As the older sibling it is my duty as a good Majiri to accept her decisions, but this...this will ruin my family name.
You: 
Maybe you should try talking to Amara.
Jel: Oh, how naive you are my muse.
Jel: I can't just talk to my sister. Well...that simply isn't how it's done.
Jel: Perhaps, I could go over there and smooth things out if I had a reason to visit.
Jel: Oh, I know, I could get her a gift to celebrate the excellent job she's doing planning the party -- but by the lackluster way I tell her she's doing a good job, she'll know I actually mean she's doing a terrible job.
Jel: Perhaps I could make her a brooch? If you could bring Sifuu some silver, a spiral shell, and a pearl-- she can work out the rest.
You: 
Come on, it's not that serious.
Jel: Oh, how naive you are my muse.
Jel: There's nothing more serious in high society than a ruined party. The rich have so little else to worry about after all.
Jel: I mean, you should hear Kenli blabber on and on about how the ponies at Kenyatta's second birthday party were two inches too tall for him to ride. You would think someone had died...twice.
Jel: Perhaps, I could go over there and smooth things out if I had a reason to visit.
Jel: Oh, I know, I could get her a gift to celebrate the excellent job she's doing planning the party -- but by the lackluster way I tell her she's doing a good job, she'll know I actually mean she's doing a terrible job.
Jel: Perhaps I could make her a brooch? If you could bring Sifuu some silver, a spiral shell, and a pearl -- she can work out the rest.
You: 
Don't worry. You can always iron it out.
Jel: If only! I would be willing to bear the pain for the sake of beauty.
Jel: Oh, Amara is going to be the death of me. This event is going to be a disaster, and mother, well, she's going to be ashamed of us all!
Jel: How can I make Amara see reason?
Jel: As the older sibling it is my duty as a good Majiri to accept her decisions, but this...this will ruin my family name.
You: Maybe you should try talking to Amara.
Jel: Oh, how naive you are my muse.
Jel: I can't just talk to my sister. Well...that simply isn't how it's done.
Jel: Perhaps, I could go over there and smooth things out if I had a reason to visit.
Jel: Oh, I know, I could get her a gift to celebrate the excellent job she's doing planning the party -- but by the lackluster way I tell her she's doing a good job, she'll know I actually mean she's doing a terrible job.
Jel: Perhaps I could make her a brooch? If you could bring Sifuu some silver, a spiral shell, and a pearl-- she can work out the rest.
You: Come on, it's not that serious.
Jel: Oh, how naive you are my muse.
Jel: There's nothing more serious in high society than a ruined party. The rich have so little else to worry about after all.
Jel: I mean, you should hear Kenli blabber on and on about how the ponies at Kenyatta's second birthday party were two inches too tall for him to ride. You would think someone had died...twice.
Jel: Perhaps, I could go over there and smooth things out if I had a reason to visit.
Jel: Oh, I know, I could get her a gift to celebrate the excellent job she's doing planning the party -- but by the lackluster way I tell her she's doing a good job, she'll know I actually mean she's doing a terrible job.
Jel: Perhaps I could make her a brooch? If you could bring Sifuu some silver, a spiral shell, and a pearl -- she can work out the rest.
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