[In truth, the little details don't matter. The way she relays the tale, how she waves her arms about, how she lends every word its proper emphasis, how she takes it all from humble beginnings to a true and lasting crescendo, and ends on a perfect note... she has all the makings of a born storyteller, and for one so young, Gilgamesh cannot be anything short of impressed.

So for the brave girl who saw time stand still, who leaped through minds, who faced terrible villains and terrible dreams, who survived a towering terror and emerged a maiden pure, who shot her grappling hook, who saved the day and won back the Shack, Gilgamesh offers his sincerest applause.]

How wonderful! What an adventure, indeed. You certainly did deliver, I must admit. Skills such as yours may even put my own people to shame.

[Maybe. That's as far as he's willing to concede. Gilgamesh calms from his peals of laughter to field her an evener look.]

Mabel, was it? You may come and find me now; this prize of yours has been well-earned.