(First conversation) Nowi: Tharja, you're so boingy! Tharja: ...What? Nowi: Didn't you hear me? I said you're boingy! Tharja: And what does that mean, exactly? ...Do I even want to hear this? Nowi: You know! Your figure! Like, your hips and your...other parts! Boingy! Tharja: Gods. Where do you learn such things? One moment I'm dealing with a simpering innocent, and the next... *sigh* Nowi: Sooo...can I see 'em? Your boingy bits, I mean… Tharja: Why are you even asking ME, anyway? There must be others with more *ahem* "boingy" bits than me. Nowi: Oh, no. I've checked out EVERYBODY in the whooole army, and you know what? You're the boingiest of them all. ...Trust me. Tharja: What an honor. Perhaps you should check again to be safe? Now go on. Run along. Nowi: FINE! If you're gonna be like t