Delaila: For my sweetberry jam? Oh thank the Dragon!

Delaila: I was tryin' to play it cool, but I can't bear the idea of losing to Maize after all these years.

Delaila: She has the most unbearably smug face when she brags.

Delaila: Here, take this key. It'll get you into my room- that's where I keep the stockpile of jam.

Delaila: You help yourself, y'hear?

Delaila: Now, I'd better get to work... I'll shove this delicious jam right in Maize's scrunched up face!