I should probably admit that Lucy is my weakness before doing anything else, but I think it'd do us both some good if we let the exposition do it for me. The original request for this prompt stems from a DLC conversation, though I've tweaked the concept a bit so that it resembles something the real world is more familiar with (I think it's pretty obvious, they come out tomorrow and all).
Word Count: 333 words.
A Matter of Taste
"What.. What is that?"
Robin stops and performs a double-take on the particularly jarring display. He knows they're something of minor celebrities around town, but this is a little too strange for his liking. It's not exactly like looking into a mirror. A shoddy one, maybe.
"Oh, how charming!" Lucina makes an instant beeline for the stand as soon as her eyes meet with it, though her reaction is entirely different As if it were love at first sight, she ogles each of the little abominations with oozing adoration, her softer side unveiled in the process.
"Look Robin," she says with a beckon to come closer, "these figurines are carved in your image!"
The tactician cringes and takes a subtle step back, "Oh.. Er, I see.."
"Yes!" she beams, "Have you ever seen anything more appealing? Look, they even come equipped with a tome! Frankly, I'm astonished they were able to maintain this level of detail. Hm.."
"But, but that one's missing an eye-"
"They must all be mine, by any means necessary!"
The princess balls her fist, feeling an invigorated sense of passion burning from deep within. Robin slides an inch away from her.
"O-One of them isn't enough? One that we can lock away in a chest, and maybe forget about in a week?"
"Absolutely not." she boldly declares, "I must seize the entire stock, lest others grow designs for their own miniature Robin. One cannot leave fate to chance, and my desire to have them all is overwhelming!"
Feeling understandably emasculated, Robin rubs his neck and shuffles in place, "E-Even more than the original..?"
"I'm sure the original figurine is still here among the rest."
"Uh, that's not what I mea-"
"Robin, we must make haste!" she valiantly cries, "Hoard as many as you can! Ensure that not a single tiny tactician is left behind!"
Having exhausted himself of winning moves, Robin heeds her orders, but pauses upon gathering a handful.
"Lucina, this is.. This is coming out of your expenses, right?"