You're welcome, you sniff, annoyed that your talents were not properly appreciated. Or utilized. What with the edited phrasing.

Oh dear sweet poet, whatever should we have done without your talents? Most assuredly, you are the keystone to our victory and we are all ever so grateful to you. Alas that you have no body I could express my gratitude to.

By ripping your tongue out.

My, from one such as you, those words are practically a lover's tender whispers. I'm flattered, but please, try to contain yourself. We're housed in a little girl. It would be quite inappropriate.

Tch. The intent was entirely platonic on my end. Though if such are your desires, I would be delighted to fulfill them.

Maybe later.

Ewwwwwww.

What the fuck.

You don't really say anything, these have been the most surreal five minutes of your life and you're still trying to understand what in the everliving—

Ripping out tongues is disgusting. Gagging would probably be better. But anyway I like poet and I don't want to do either of these things. 

The back is a nice place to be.

Are there any colorful books with diagrams? Reading is good too, though.

I'm curious about magic.

Let's fetch books for her. We can take a long time returning with it to look around if we want.

Um. Can I get some words, here? It's okay to take a little while to think but this is getting embarrassing.

Oh, I thought you were feeling creative. But very well, if it will earn our murderous companion's affection. I believe we all want her to either turn her back or teach us, both of which unfortunately require:

'Okay, I'll fetch books for you.'

You smile as best you can without showing your fangs too much.

"Okay, I'll fetch books for you."

"Um. Okay. Could you go fetch the 'Grimoire Arcanamacha'? Down the row, third aisle on the left, fourth shelf up about halfway along? The author is Dr. Cook, of Monte Suel." 

She's sending us away...

We need to remember that, how do we remember that?

Remember the book... Arachno-mocha! On left, third-fourth-middle. By the chef. Remember the silly way and fix it there!

Arachno-mocha, three-four!

Careful, you two. We might begin to resemble someone functional, and then expire of surprise on the spot.

Whatever would we do. Grimoire Arcanamacha, Dr. Cook. Here we are: it's a bit of a heavy one. Easy enough to return this to Patchy, though.

You flit back to Patchouli's side after your brief excursion down into the aisles.

Okay so. You're in a girl's head. Well, you've probably been trapped by some bizarre psion in a hallucination that looks a lot like you've been trapped in a girl's head but if they're that thorough there's little point in spending longer than you already have questioning the premise.

(The premise makes no sense, this is some vampire girl and who even are all these other people?)

Or, of course, it's also not terribly unlikely that you are in fact just a voice in a crazy girl's head and have been created very recently, with memories and all. In which case, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! But that's not very helpful.

What is our actual goal here? you finally ask.

Get revenge by killing Remilia, and everybody else who imprisoned us.

Be a good Flandre and stay out of the basement.

Find somebody to talk to.

Learn about things!

Have fun!