Lucina: Hello, Brady.
Brady: ...Nnngh? Oh, uh, hey... *cough*
Lucina: Oh, dear. Are you not feeling well?
Brady: Whatcha talkin' about? Just look at me!
Lucina: Er... Truth be told, you look at least as ill as you sound.
Brady: Aw, stop your worryin'! It's just a little cold! *Cough* *hack* *wheeeeeze*
Lucina: Brady, if you're ill, you should be resting.
Brady: I'm fine! I just need a... Need a... Hommina... Hoomina... Ahhhhgkbh-CHOOOO!
Lucina: There, do you see? You can barely speak without producing a bizarre sneeze.
Brady: Q-Quiet, you! It ain't a... Ahhhhhgkbh-CHOOO! ...Ain't nothin' "bizarre" about it.
Lucina: I have the perfect thing for a cold. Allow me to fetch it for you.
Brady: Keep it! S-Save it for yourself. Look, just leave me to dribble in peace, yeah?
Lucina: Well, please be sure to go easy until you're better, yes?
Brady: Enough already! Make like an ox cart and...uh...haul off! Don't want you catching the dreaded red, too.
Lucina: Well, if you're certain you don't need any help. Take care, Brady.
Brady: Gah... Nice going, tough guy! Why ya gotta make everyone all worried...