“…Aww, hello there! I’m Marie!” she smiled, turning to see the source of the squeaky voice. Her eyes widened, however, when she saw the source was a tiny floating dog.“…H-how are you floating like that…?”“Marie, this is another world of magic,” the Repairman shook his head, before turning to Martcha. “Sorry about that, she’s kind of new to these kinds of places. Anyway, I’m the Repairman, and this is Cat Slime!“He held his pet up, who began squeaking curiously.“Anyway, who are you? I hope we weren’t intruding or anything…”Martcha smiled at the two. “Oh no, you’re not intruding at all!” she answered. “What c- C-Cute!” Martcha’s eyes suddenly widened at the sight of Cat Slime. “Oh, so cute! I’ve never seen Jellies that already had faces before, let alone ones that can talk!”
And then she realized she hadn’t introduced herself yet. “Um, yes. My name is Martcha,” she finally explained. “I’m a bit surprised you don’t know me, though. I AM a god after all? But, um, what brings you to my corner of Miitopia? Jellies don’t usually come to Neksdor…”
“Oh, we’re not jellies,” the Repairman chuckled. “Ink, paint, and a little slime, that’s all! Anyway, we’re just here to–”
“A god?!” Marie flinched back, wide-eyed. “Oh, forgive me, I had no idea! Let me just…”
She then began to root around her hammerspace, trying to find something, anything, that would serve as…aha!
“…Please accept this offering, and do not smite us, o Mighty One,” Marie intoned, thinking off the top of her head. She kneeled down, extending her arms to reveal a plate with coins and assorted fruit on it.
The Repairman and Cat Slime could only watch in shock as the paint spatter made a fool of herself.
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