And speaking of banters...
When Edwin transforms himself into Edwina...
Srilorin: My my Edwina, what a change you seem to have gone through.
Edwina: Hush already you oversized and wanton ape! You have no right to look at me in such a manner! (Though I must admit in this particular light the elf actually looks rather attractive?Gah! I would sooner mate with a dead ogre! Though the sheer mechanics of that idea are indeed mind-boggling.)
Srilorin: At least your legs look somewhat pleasing to the eye in that dress of yours. Why, if I could just erase the fact a scraggly, unsightly man lied beneath that faēade, I could almost?
Edwina: Finish that sentence, and you shall find a Fireball spell hurdling into your back when you least expect it. It shall even match the horrific color of that mop on your head you deem hair.
Srilorin: If I was even able to stomach the thought of bedding you perhaps I would, but at the moment the notion is looking quite unpleasant.
Edwina: I will live to make sure that you regret your snide comments elf. Now leave me be.
Srilorin: (Chuckles) As you wish, ?My Lady?.
Imoen: Did I ever tell you about <CHARNAME> and the bearskin rug? (She grins wickedly.)
Srilorin: (He chuckles and shakes his head.) I?m sure that I do not desire to, but against my better?judgment, I am listening.
Imoen: Well, you know that my sister and I grew up in Candlekeep right? Well?all we had were these old old monks and old old books.
Srilorin: You make the tale sound positively heart-wrenching.
Imoen: Hey! It was I?ll have you know, but anyway to the point, modesty was not really a virtue that was drilled into us as children?especially <CHARNAME>. She shed her clothes and ran naked around the keep, then she?
Srilorin: (He pinches his lips in an effort to keep himself from smiling but fails as he is consumed by belly shaking laughter.)
Imoen: (She grins over at your blush and at Srilorin.) But it gets even better! And then, our maid Phydlia after convincing her to give back the cape she stole from Khelben Blackstaff himself, she secretly painted her on this bearskin rug from her memory. To this day, I still can?t steal it. I would have kept it to embarrass her constantly, but sadly she got to it before me.
Srilorin: The Khelben ?Blackstaff? Arusun of Waterdeep?
Imoen: Unfortunately yes?
Srilorin (He smiles.) Why <CHARNAME>, you never told me about that?
Srilorin: (She and Srilorin laugh so hard that Imoen finally sits on the ground due to her shaking knees and teary eyes.)
Srilorin: (When they compose themselves again Imoen wiggles her eyebrows at you and then at Srilorin.) Shall we do something like this again?
Srilorin: (He still gazes at you as he addresses Imoen.) Most definitely.
Now if anyone has criticism, don't be shy now.
*Runs and hides*