"So, you decided to go through all of that without me?" Pipit had his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, and his nostrils were flared just enough that Link knew he was angry. "At the very least, did you think about how the hell we defeat spirit Ghirahim if he hasn't found a body? Last I checked we weren't experts on the dead."
"True, but Ilysa and the other Sheikah are: if I can convince them that I truly need their help, they'll help. The only thing is they won't help unless we're sure he's either in a spirit form or physical form."
"How do we test that? Throw a pumpkin at him and see if it passes through his creepy little face?"
"I don't know, and for all I care we just cut him to pieces, no matter what form he's in. Once he's taken care of, we can try and address how to get Zelda back here so that the entire reason I pulled Fi out of the stone wasn't a waste. It was my job to rescue her before, and it's my job to rescue her now; it'll probably always be my job to rescue her in all honesty, considering the amount of trouble she attracts."
"Well, I would suggest that if we're making a trip to the Ice Mountains, we should probably pull out some old gear."
"I was hoping maybe we could go to bed for a while, beforehand."
"It's the middle of the afternoon."
"Then we'll have time before Groose and Ilysa come for dinner."
"I won't have time to do what I want with you and prepare for dinner."
"That's why I picked up some soup from the food stores."
"Those stores are for the village, not us."
"We are part of the village, last I checked anyhow. Just because we're on the hill doesn't mean we aren't right in the centre of it all."
"Well technically and literally it does mean that." Pipit seemed determined to win this battle of wits, but Link had other plans: he closed the gap between them and pressed their lips together rather aggressively.
"Shut up and come to bed.