Avatar: Hey there, Freddy Bear! I've got some new cured meat for you to try...
Frederick: I'll thank you not to refer to me by that ridiculous name... And I'm not so gullible as to fall for your bear-jerky trick twice.
Avatar: Oh? I thought you were serious about getting over this, Frederick. Look, I'm not a monster. I prepared a whole series of meats in order of gaminess. We can take it slow.
Frederick: ...Well, I suppose I did ask for this.
Avatar: All right then. We'll start with chicken, then pork, then beef.
Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...Hmm, excellent so far.
Avatar: Next is mutton. It starts to get a little tricky here.
Frederick: *Munch, munch* ...This is...manageable.
Avatar: You're doing great! Okay, this one's venison.
Frederick: *Munch, munch*
Avatar: ...By which I mean bear.
Frederick: PFFFFFFFT! Augh! By the gods! I'm d-dying! Dying! Ah...It's s-so dark... T-tell Chrom that...
Avatar: Oh, stop exaggerating! Otherwise you might die here—you won't last long on the battle...field? Whoa. I just had intense déjà vu.
Frederick: I said the same to you, once upon a training session. And I was right. If I succumb to this, I can't well protect everyone on the front lines... My body is ready, Avatar! The next sample, if you please!
Avatar: You talked yourself back into it? Impressive. And perhaps a bit disturbing... Ah, well. Whatever works. Let's finish this, Frederick! Open wide!