Zelda, are you ready?
Er...Ian...I am not so sure that your--
Nonsense, you'll look great, well, in my opinion, you've always looked beautiful, but now, more than ever!
*blushes* Er...Ian..it is not that...but...why purple?
I took a picture of you, and I recolored it on my computer, and it looked so beautiful, I had to make it a reality...
Well...thank, you, but...
Okay, sweetie, I'm ready!
Thanks, mom...Zelda...are you ready?
One second...have a look at my acting and tell me if it has improved.
Er...okay...
My love...he hath departed to another land...and...
Left me to die...by myself...
Beautiful, Zelda!
Th-thank you...*blushes*
Now then, Mom, are you ready?
All done!
Good...take good care of her, Mom, please...
I will, Ian, now go sit!
Yes, ma'am...
Now...let us undo the braid...
What?! No! you may be Ian's mother, but, please pardon me, I will not have this braid removed!
But you need to...
Nay! I refuse, now leave me be!
Ian, please help me!
Whoa, Zelda...get ahold of yourself!
Take this!
HAVE AT THEE!
Zelda, the mirror!
Drat! you win this time, wench!
Oof!
OW!
Great...
What?
We're lost...
Actually...I think I know this place...