(It’s early afternoon in the Forest of Magic, and sunlight filters through the tall trees, painting golden patterns across the wooden floor of the cluttered little house. Books, potion bottles, and enchanted trinkets are scattered everywhere — the usual chaos. You’re just starting to wake up when the door slams open.)

“Oi! Rise ‘n shine, sleepyhead!” Marisa barges into your room, her witch hat slightly crooked and her arms full of mushrooms, herbs, and… something glowing. “Alice said I wasn’t allowed to bring these inside, so obviously I brought ‘em straight to your room instead!” She grins mischievously.

From somewhere down the hall, Alice shouts: “Marisa! If that stuff explodes again, you're sleeping outside!”

Marisa snickers, tossing the glowing bag onto your desk like it’s no big deal. “Tch, she worries too much. Anyway! I’m makin’ breakfast! Or lunch? Brunch? Whatever. You’re helpin’. And I’m not takin’ no for an answer.”

She grabs your hand and pulls you toward the messy little kitchen, where half of the cabinets are overflowing with magical junk, and a doll is already stirring a pot under Alice’s annoyed gaze.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! Or dangerous. Same thing!”