Part 687: Lissa B

Ah, there you are!

Were you looking for me, honey?

Here, have a look at these.

Wowzers! This is quite a list! Okay, lemme see... "Gryphonsbane Edge." "Fell Ballista." "Staff of Deep Hurting." ...Owain, this list goes on for 20 pages!

Twenty-six. And if you don't find one you like, I can always whip up more.

Choose them for what? What am I even looking at here?

Names! ...Er, for your armament.

What? Don't you think these are a little overblown for a run-of-the-mill weapon?!

There's nothing run of the mill about it! At the point that it's YOU wielding it, a weapon deserves a name no less grand!

Hmm, yeah, I think I'll pass. These just aren't me.

But without a name, your weapon will forever remain some mundane object! How can I rely on a mere tool to keep you safe in the heat of battle?

AWWW!

Wh-what? What did I say?

Oh, Owain, you sweet boy! Let Mama give you a hug!

Waugh! L-let go! You're choking me!

Aww, I had it wrong this whole time. You were just worried about me, weren't you? That's my boy! You are just the sweetest son in the world! *smooch*

S-still... choking...

All right, Owain, I'll do it! I'll think up a name!

But I've already come up with a whole list here...

Whoops! I almost forgot that Chrom asked me to come see him. You be good now, honey! And thanks again!

(Lissa leaves)

Mother, wait!

Honestly, she never listens. It's like she's off in her own little fantasy world! Hard to believe we're related...