Columbina (cheerfully):
You know, Furina, there's just something magical about bread. The texture, the aroma, the crust-to-crumb ratio—did you know there’s a bakery in Sumeru that ages their sourdough starter for 80 years?

Furina (smiling at first):
Oh, you like bread? Okay! That’s… cute, I suppose.

Columbina (excited):
And don’t even get me started on rye! Or ciabatta! Oh, and there’s this one with olives that just melts on your tongue—

Furina (cracking slightly):
Yes, yes, bread is lovely—

Columbina (still going):
—And baguettes! They're like edible art. Crunchy on the outside, soft on the inside—did you know if you tap one and it sounds hollow, it’s perfectly baked?

Furina (face twitching):
…Yes. I know.

Columbina:
Oh! And pan de muerto is so symbolic! And—

Furina (snapping, grabbing a baguette):
OH YOU LIKE BREAD!? SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!

[Furina proceeds to violently thwack Columbina on the head with the baguette, crumbs flying everywhere.]

Columbina (still smiling, dazed):
Mmm… that’s a perfectly crisp crust…

Furina (screaming):
I SWEAR TO THE ARCHONS IF YOU MENTION ONE MORE LOAF—!!

[Scene fades out with the sound of bread-fueled chaos.]