"You should prove yourself by defeating a strong monster. That will get the attention of a dryad."

"...Is the dryad weird-herb-related?"

Shaky, puppet-like nod.

"A lot of things seem to come back to this dryad."

"For a nurse to move in, you might want to increase your maximum life," offers the guide.

"Which... comes back to going underground?"

"Underground are crystal hearts that can be used to increase your max life," he agrees.

"Yeah. Me and my weird frog boots will get right on that."

Another smile, from the guide. "I'm here to help."

"Against all odds."

"Greetings, Sable. Is there something I can help you with?" asks the guide, with a hint of sarcasm.

"There's no need to take that tone with me," she says in her best imitation of her mother.

The picture of innocence, the guide says, "They say there is a person who will tell you how to survive in this land... oh wait. That's me."

Sable cracks up.

Dylan smirks.

Giggle.

With gravity, as if he's imparting critically important information: "If you see a pot, be sure to smash it open. They contain all sorts of useful supplies."

"My mama taught me not to break other people's things," she says primly.

"You can smash them with a pickaxe."

Snicker.

"I am here to give you advice on what to do next. You can smash them with a pickaxe."

"If you insist. But if my mother shows up asking why I've been going around smashing things, I'm blaming you."

Shrug. Dylan doesn't seem to mind.

"I see you've never met my mother."

"You should prove yourself by defeating a strong monster."