It was an ordinary day in Ylisse. The sun was shining, birds were chirping and as Robin studied, he could hear Maribelle teaching Lissa right by him. A quick turn of the head showed the former showing the latter two very similar dresses.
"But Belle, how am I supposed to tell these two dresses apart? It's so hard."
"Lissa, fashion, while one part of the equation, is an important part of nobility," Maribelle lectured. "As princess of Ylisse, you should be able to tell what would be the most appropriate dress to wear based on climate, location and style. I'm sure you'll be able to do it with time."
"Maribelle, they're both the same dress."
The two women turned to face Robin who putted his book down.
"Oh, hello Robin," Maribelle greeted, handing the dresses over to Lissa. "How silly of me that I didn't notice you there till now. I can see you're working on your tactical skills."
"Yes," the tactician nodded. "And I can tell you're helping Lissa become more ladylike?"
"Yep," Lissa slammed the dresses down on her table. "Want to join? I bet you'll look so cute in one of these dresses."
Robin rolled his eyes, "I feel just fine in my outfit, thanks."
"Well, of course," Maribelle interjected. "But that thing is in dire need of a makeover. It looks atrocious."
"I think it looks just fine," Robin objected.
"It's hardly my fault you clearly picked it in about five minutes without a second thought.
"Well, I'm not the one who spends hours doing my hair and makeup," Robin snarked.
"That's because I have standards when it comes to my appearance, unlike you lately."
"Guys," Lissa intervened. "Please calm down." Unfortunately, her attempt was quickly ignored by the two bickering shepherds.
"Do your standards include telling me and my friends what ruffians we are every time we say the wrong thing?" Robin said. "Last time I checked, that's considered pretty rude. Besides, it's not a big deal to slip up every now and again. We're only human."
"Don't tell that it's not a big deal," she said, keeping her voice low. "We have extremely high standards to live up to. All the work we put ourselves through to look presentable; outfits, hair, makeup. We also have to worry about. You shouldn't judge us, since you never have to go through what we do.
"I guess you're right, Maribelle," Robin admitted. "I'm sorry. I just don't know what it's like to be a lady."
"Yes, Robin, you don't." It was then an idea came into Maribelle's head. A funny idea. An absolutely hilarious idea that she would treasure forever. "But I know it's nothing that we can't fix." She took Robin by the hand and began leading him to her room with Lissa following right behind them.
"Umm… Maribelle, what do you have in mind?"
"It's simple, Lissa" Maribelle said with a confident smile. "You and I are going to teach Robin how to be a lady."
Both of her friends have the exact same response, "Wait, what?"