Cynthia: Ooh, Brady!
Brady: Wh-what? Didja find somethin' out?
Cynthia: Yes! ...Wait, how did you know? And why do you look so suspicious?
Brady: H-hey! I can't help it! I was born with this ugly mug, all right?
Cynthia: Ha ha! Sorry, I didn't mean any offense.
Brady: So, what did you find out?
Cynthia: Oh, right! Remember my phantom helper out on the battlefield?
Brady: The one with the smoke screen?
Cynthia: It was Lissa!
Brady: ...Oh. Really?
Cynthia: ...That's it? I thought you'd be shocked. I mean, she's not exactly a likely suspect.
Brady: No, I... I guess she's not.
Cynthia: I asked her why, and she said it was because I'm a danger to myself! Can you believe that? Talk about rude! And who is she to talk? She's so spacey, she could outstare a statue!
Brady: You're kind of a matched pair that way. Makes sense you'd help each other out.
Cynthia: Hey! Don't you start, too!
Brady: Sorry! Sorry...
Cynthia: Mostly I'm just glad the mystery is solved. It's been plaguing me for ages!
Brady: Er, but it's only been happening for a week or two at the mo—
Cynthia: Oh, shoot! I forgot I promised to help with the supply run! Gotta dash! Bye!
Brady: Er, see you later! ...Cynthia.
(Cynthia leaves)
Brady: And she thinks Lissa's the spacey one? Oh man, that's fresh! ...Well, at least she bought the ruse. Looks like I owe Lissa a dinner.