Owen: "This is the Throne Room. When I have visitors, I meet them here."

(Y/N): "..."

Owen: "Hmm? Is there something on your mind?"

(Y/N): "Isn't it a little...tall?"

Owen: "What do you mean?"

(Y/N): "You sit down on your throne, right? I think it's a bit high off the ground. ...How do you get up there?"

Owen: "..."

(Y/N): "I can't imagine someone like you struggling to clamber your way up to that throne."

Owen: "*Chuckle*"

(Y/N): "Hm? W-What?!"

Owen: "You're rather amusing. I don't resort such crude physical methods to take my seat on the throne. When I get close, I'm magically transported to my throne if I so will it."

(Y/N): "Oh, I...I see!"

Owen: "The thought of me crawling up to my throne... I wouldn't dare let you behold such an unsightly spectacle."

(Y/N): "We...Well, it wouldn't be that bad to show me once, would it? Getting up there that way sound more fun."

Owen: "Asking a king to do something for fun...As I thought, you have a very interesting way of thinking."

(Y/N): "Was that a compliment?"

Owen: "That was my intention, yes."

We began to laugh together as we stood there staring at each other. These sort of casual conversations with Owen...I quite like them...