So you came...
Little lackwit!

I. Told. You!
My name is Marisa!
STOP
CALLING ME
LACKWIT!
I'm doing just fine living in this forest by myself, ya know?
Hyeh hyeh!
That house was arranged by the young man in the shop near the forest's entrance, wasn't it?
You haven't proven anything in my book, Miss Lackwit.
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