"――Enk-enk. Help with work."
"Why? And don't call me that."
"What do you mean why? You said you would. Ki-ki?"
"When? And no, that's even worse."
"Okay, Enk-enk. Anyway, now."
"Stop. I didn't say that."
"No, I'm saying you'll help me now."
"I didn't say that I would help you though."
"Well, you will."
"But I don't want to."
"Mm, too bad. This is payment for me helping you out the other day."
"Am I supposed to pay family back for helping me out a little?"
"Irrelevant."
"Ah..."
'But you're the one who was so curious about the sword in the first place...'
Following an unfortunate rapid-fire exchange that progressed as so, I found myself trapped in Ina's room anew.
"How am I even supposed to help you out, anyway? I've only ever written a script once in primary school, like ten or eleven, maybe twelve years ago."
"It's a creative thing, you. Even if you don't have the experience, you have that quirky sort of brain, don't you?"
