Azzimalus: Really? How?
Yuko: The price is your relationship with the young woman named Arias.
Azzimalus: Three words: Dammit, stalker, and no.
Kiyo: [thinks] Uh…that’s four…
Yuko: Fine. It's your loss...
Azzimalus: No.
Yuko: Or...if you give me some of your world's alcohol...that would suffice…
Azzimalus: Deal.
Yuko: YES! Watanuki! Make some snacks! We're gonna party!
Azzimalus: Actually, It's not a world, it's a galaxy.
Tomoyo: <awake> What's a galaxy?
Azzimalus: That’s hard to explain....Wait a couple hundred years and someone'll figure it out.
Tomoyo: <sigh>
Azzimalus: Anyway, there are many types of alcohol where I come from. <mutters under breath> It's about the only thing besides all-out war that settles disputes...
Yuko: Seriously?
Azzimalus: You can hear that?! What are you, some kind of freakin' psychic?
Yuko: <reaches through image and punches Azzimalus> Witch, moron.
Azzimalus: Oh, my bad. <Sarcastic>
Yuko: So I guess that you're stuck here until you figure out a specific world.
Kiyo: <awake> Hey! Can you transport Leo, Onii-Chan (Ryûko) and me back to our world?
Yuko: Yes. But remember, there's a price.
Kiyo: What is it?
Yuko: Yours is Whitefire.
[Alazne’s note: Whitefire is Kiyo's most prized sword]
Kiyo: NEVER!
Kurogane: Your so cliché. You took my sword, too.
Kiyo: Really?
