"Summoner," Grima said dully.
"Yeah?"
"What... am I looking at?"
The new summoned "Hero" answered instead. "I'm you, but stronger."
"I didn't realize I was a comedian." He glared at Female Grima.
"Is that what I look like? Gods, I look terrible," Female Robin complained.
"Now you know how I feel," Male Robin grumbled.
Summer Robin facepalmed. "Summoner, can I go on vacation? I need to forget that this is a thing."
Christmas Robin sighed. "Were we naughty this year? Is two Grimas our punishment?"
"I bet my possessed Mom is better than your possessed dad," Morgan whispered to his female counterpart.
"No way! Uncle Grima, kick her butt!"
"I say this was a good day," Kiran mumbled, sneaking away from the imminent carnage. Just as he was about to escape, he felt hands grasp his shoulders.
"Going somewhere, Kiran?" Chrom asked with a smile.
Lucina was straight to the point. "I'm going to run my sword through your stomach!"
Kiran had no regrets.
"Looks like I'll have to find more coal," Christmas Chrom deadpanned.
"Your head was set on fire for doing the same thing to... urgh, our Grima," reminded Masked Marth.
"Times like this are when I want my Exalted Falchion," Exalted Chrom mourned.
"At least you have Falchion, Father." Brave Lucina was in her own slump.
"There, there. Let it out Lucina." Spring Chrom comforted his (Spring) daughter.
"During the Spring Festival?! It's ruined!" Spring Lucina despaired.
"Ha! You call yourself me? I'm almost embarrassed." Female Grima mocked, boot on the Male's back.
"Dammit! Summoner, Feathers! Training Maps! Now!"
"Come back here and face your punishment!"
"Lucina, to the other side! Cut him off!"
No. Regrets.