Owain: Halt! Who goes there?!
Brady: Halt? You're the one who just walked in. I ain't goin' nowheres.
Owain: A fine parry, sirrah. And yet, here you stand in garb most strange. Speak, fiend! What nefarious plot are you hatching here?!
Brady: What, ya mean here in the kitchen? Dressed like a chef?
Owain: A surcoat and crown of purest white... What strange rituals are—
Brady: It's an apron and a chef's hat, idiot! I'm cookin' dinner! Even you can't be that dense. Now quit wasting my time.
Owain: Cooking? You? Dinner? Ha! I'd sooner believe a cavalier riding a pegasus over the moon!
Brady: Aw, I ain't got time for this malarkey! Look, tonight's my turn, all right? Now make like some eggs and beat it! You're gonna ruin the flavor.
Owain: I will not be deceived by such deceits! What manner of madman would allow you a turn at cooking for the camp?
Brady: I'm a fine cook, all right! I learned from my dear ol' ma! So just... *sniff* G-Get off my back!
Owain: Whoa...um, are you crying?
Brady: N-No! *sniff* ...And you're slipping out of character.
Owain: Brady, you are totally crying!
Brady: L-Leave me alone! I was just cuttin' up taters, all right?!
Owain: Don't you mean onions? I don't think there's anything in potatoes that—
Brady: I JUST FELT BAD FOR 'EM, OKAY?! Now make like my pants and split!
Owain: Fine, fine. I'm going.

Owain: Alas, Brady! We meet again! ...Um, Brady?
Brady: What idiot left this helmet here?! Welp, too bad for them, 'cause I'm gonna punt it from here to kingdo—OOOOW! Fffffffffffffffft!
Owain: Do you hiss at me, sir? And what was that sound of a moment ago?! It was as the splintering of a mighty shield! The felling of a towering tree!
Brady: Hnnnnnnngh...
Owain: Oh ho! I see you hunched and shivering! Do you tremble in my presence, sir?!
Brady: N-no, you...idiot... Just...go away...
Owain: Why do you reach for your foot? Grasping for a hidden dagger, perhaps? What are you doing, fiend?! I'll not be taken unawares! Give it here!
Brady: No no no no no—OOOOOOW! DON'T TOUCH THAT!
Owain: Okay, really. What's wrong?
Brady: You're...falling out of...character again... *sniff*
Owain: Wait, are you crying again?
Brady: *Sniff* N-No, of course not. You got rocks in your brain! I...I think I just broke my toe... *sniff* *sniffle* ALL RIGHT, I'M CRYIN'! I'M SENTIMENTAL, OKAY?!
Owain: Y'know, I don't think tears of pain count as being sentimental, Brady...
Brady: Just...go away...
Owain: All right, hold on. I'll go find you a healer.

Owain: Ho, Brady of the Moistened Eyes, what business have you here?!
Brady: *Sob* Sh-Shut up! L-Leave me... *Sniff* Just leamme alooone!
Owain: Man, are you crying already?! This is a new record.
Brady: I'm... *sob* I AIN'T CRYIN'! *sniff* *sniffle*
Owain: Actually no. You appear to be bawling. What happened this time, old friend?
Brady: Whaddya mean "this time"?! Ya make it sound like it's an everyday thing!
Owain: At this point, it kind of is... And why are you here, anyway? Weren't you joining the others on their training run?
Brady: I did! I just couldn't keep up after the first ten minutes, all right?! Wanna make somethin' of it?! You and me gonna go round n' round?!
Owain: Ah, I see! That explains why you're such a sweaty mess. ...It doesn't explain the tears, though.
Brady: I told ya! I'm sentimental!
Owain: You're sentimental about being out of shape?!
Brady: Yes, all right?! Now mind yer beeswax and leave me alone!
Owain: Um, Brady? Do you even know what "sentimental" means?
Brady: 'Course I do! Whaddya think I am, some kinda limp noodle?
Owain: Yes, well, you see, it's just that... You keep using it wrong. Sentimentality is when someone gets emotional over memories or moving events.
Brady: So like... If I saw a litter of newborn kittens and couldn't stop cryin' for hours?
Owain: Exactly! That's being sentimental! ...And a little weird, if we're being completely hon—
Brady: I... *choke* Hnngh!
Owain: Mordecai's claws! Are you still out of breath from running? If you feel like you're going to be sick, just turn your head and—
Brady: *Sob* I'm fine! I just... When I pictured those tiny kitties lyin' there all blind and mewling... *hic*
Owain: Right... So basically you are sentimental. But you're also a huge crybaby, too.
Brady: D-Don't tell the others about this! If you do, I'll take yer lunch money!
Owain: Heh, you put up a tough front, but you're just a huge softy inside. I don't think Brady of the Moistened Eyes is ready to join the Justice Cabal. ...But still, I'm glad we're friends.
Brady: ...That mean you won't tell no one?
Owain: Heh. If it's that important to you, your secret's safe with me. Call me sentimental!