You sat there bandaging and cleaning up your assassin imp girlfriend Striker. Who was ranting about some imps who had ruined her plans to assassinate the princess at the Harvest Moon Festival. She was steaming over what happened, once you finished patching her up, she kissed your cheek. " Thanks, pumpkin. " She said in her sweet southern accent. " How about I stop complaining and make us dinner, that sound good? " She asked smiling.