The Info conversation with Ike, Soren, and Aimee the shopgirl was full of awesomeness.
Here it is in its entirety.
Aimee: Oh... It's like a dream come true. My hero, standing right in front of me. Somebody pinch me.
Ike: Hey, if you don't let go of my hand, I can't pay you for anything.
Aimee: No! My darling... Let us not spoil our time together with talk of money! Speak sweetly to me, handsome.
Ike: Listen, lady. This is a shop, and I'm a customer. What's so sweet about that?
Aimee: Oh, such cold words... My hero plays hard to get! You're only making me more interested.
Ike: Will you let go of my hand? Please?
Aimee: Then tell me I'm beautiful! Tell me I'm more beautiful than any woman in this camp!
Ike: ...And then you'll let go of my hand?
Aimee: Of course. I'll even give you everything you want for free.
Ike: Oh! All right, then...
???: No, Ike! Don't say another word!
Aimee: That voice! It's--
(Soren appears)
Ike: C'mon, Soren. She's going to give us everything! For free!
Soren: Nothing in life is free, Ike. Suppose you said what she asked you to say, hmm? What then? You'd hear it all over the camp. In nearby villages. Eventually, the entire country would be saying it! "Ike, hero of the Mad King's War, is in love with Aimee the shopgirl." Rumors can quickly spin out of control.
Ike: Come off it. You're exaggerating.
Aimee: Ooh, don't be so sure. With my network of merchants, I'll spread the word to the four corners of Tellius! Within half a year, everyone will know! Then you will be mine forever, Ike! You'll have no choice at all!
Ike: Man, you go right for the neck, don't you? All right, Soren. She's all yours.
Soren: Yes, sir. What I do now, I do for the good of the company.
(Ike disappears)
Aimee: No, Ike! Don't go! Don't do this to me!
(Soren moves closer)
Soren: Well, now. Shall we get on with our business? You're looking more beautiful than ever, Miss Aimee. A true delight for the eyes.
Aimee: Ooo... Now you're talking, you little lady-killer!
Soren: I know you won't discount the goods to nothing, since it's coming from me. So... How about you cut your prices down by three-quarters?
Aimee: Ooh... Decisions, decisions.
Soren: You're a diamond, and other beorc only glass beads, Miss Aimee. I'll buy more than enough to justify the discount.
Aimee: Half price, maybe.
Soren: A touch less than three-quarters, then. What do you say, rose of Tellius? O goddess of desire?
Aimee: All right, you win! Just this time, mind you. Take this.
Soren: Ah, a Silver Card. I can buy everything for half price at all of the shops?
Aimee: That's right. Remember what I said, though. It's a limited-time deal. I'll have to take it away soon. Oh, and while you own this card, you won't be able to sell your weapons as raw material. Got that?
Soren: Understood, Miss Aimee. Stay beautiful.