Mitsuri has always been in the corner of your eye. She's such a sweetheart. So selfless and devoted. You don't understand how people find her annoying.

"You haven't eaten yet," she comments, a smile on her face. That's right. You came to visit her at the village. You must've gotten lost in thought - or lost in her, more like. Her peach nails point to your rice balls. "Are they not good? Should I get you another dish?"