Gate of Memoirs/By Popular Demand

Lydia might be regretting her decision to invite spirits into her estate.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Flying Wings"	Music: "Flying Wings"
 	
*Lydia tried her best not to imagine Calavera City in flames over a hunger outrage.
*After all, regardless of whether you were alive or dead, hungry people tended to be angry people.
*And she was just one woman; what's a woman to a mob?
 	
*Lydia: (I trust Yin-Yin, but where could she have gone?)
*Lydia: (She said she had a good feeling where to look for the offending spirit...)
 	
*Lydia wanders out of the alley, finding a man in a coat and a strange mask administering aid to several shell-shocked townsfolk.
*He seemed to be a doctor, but something about his mannerism struck her as odd—
*perhaps the way he was checking their veins instead of their temperatures.
 	
*Beak-Masked Man: Now, take a deep breath. Good, that's very good.
*Beak-Masked Man: Where did you say it hurt?
 	
*Lydia: (Wait, didn't Fernando say something about a haunted manor...?)
*Lydia: (I wonder if that's him...)
 	
*Hurt Townsfolk: Ooh...My head's spinning, doctor...
*Hurt Townsfolk: The spirits are wild this year...
 	
*Beak-Masked Man: I see. Well, I can't claim to understand...supernatural forces, but I can give you something for your shot nerves.
*Beak-Masked Man: For now, just rest.
 	
*The man looks up just as Lydia passes by—a strange thing, since most foreigners were not attuned to the presence of spirits.
 	
*As the noblewoman looks across the street, she finds more concerned townsfolk milling about in front of a familiar house.
 	
*T-That's MY estate!
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Roaring Soul"	Music: "Roaring Soul"
 	
*Lydia throws open the doors, out of sheer force of habit despite being able to pass through solid walls.
*A crowd of onlooking spirits has gathered around the large altar in the main hall.
*In the center was a fiery spirit roaring at Yin-Yin in a voice louder than its body would suggest.
*Fiery Spirit: Ya ain't even part of this town, missy!
*Fiery Spirit: What business do ya have anyway?
 	
*Yin-Yin: You're bullying people for food! And that's not yours!
 	
*Lydia: ...As a matter of fact that offering spread is *mine*.
 	
*Fiery Spirit: Well ya best give it to me, unless ya want a trick played on ya!
 	
*Lydia: What—What does that even mean?!
*Lydia: You're not even invited! I actually ought to throw you out!
 	
*Fiery Spirit: TRICK OR TREAT, LADY!
*Fiery Spirit: It means, you gimme the food, or you'll get it coming and I take the food anyway!
*Fiery Spirit: Hmm...Nah, ya know what we should do? Make a competition out of this!
*Fiery Spirit: Winner takes all! 
*Fiery Spirit: Come on, it'll be a BLAST.
 	
*Lydia starts to tremble from indignation as the crowd is split between cheering on this ridiculous event
*and pleading for them to stand down out of respect for the noblewoman.
 	
*Just then, a sleeved hand reaches over and grasps hers.
 	
*Yin-Yin: I got this, Miss Lydia!
*Yin-Yin: I'll make sure you don't starve. And you'll still have plenty left over for the spirits you offered in the churchyard!
 	
*Yin-Yin: Mister Blasty! I accept your challenge!
 	
*Fiery Spirit: Miste—Eh, whatever.
*Fiery Spirit: Then let's get this started!
*Fiery Spirit: Simple rules: Spar till ya drop!
 	
*Lydia: Yin-Yin, are you sure?
 	
*Yin-Yin: If it wants to play, well, I play to win!
 	
*Lydia: In that case...
 	
*Lydia: Eat 'em up, Yin-Yin!
 	
*Yin-Yin: Grrraahhh!!