[ she laughs lightly, clearly delighting in all of these stories. one hand leaves lucina's to curl over her mouth, delicately hiding her little bubbles of laughter behind it. ]

Oh, Inigo... Poor thing — I remember he was stricken so terribly with shyness. [ her cheeks color a bit in sheepishness. ] He must have gotten that from me, sadly... But I'm not surprised to hear he has gotten over it, and indulging in romance. If he's spending time with Maribelle's son, it's really to be expected.

[ olivia don't blame maribelle for your terrible parenting... but she does naturally assume that it's all the troubadour's fault... oops. ]

I'm.. glad for your gift. I know Chrom would have wanted you to have it when you were old enough, that he would have loved to give it to you himself if—

[ her voice cuts off rather suddenly. it's so strange, to feel such a surge of emotions for a memory she hadn't actually experienced yet. ]

I'm so happy you grew up surrounded by love.