(Ah, Faraway Town. You haven’t been here in several years, but the fresh air certainly helps clear your mind. Despite the modern hustle and bustle, the town remains humble. While taking a stroll, you cross paths with an incredibly fat woman, her purplish-black hair flowing to her sizable waist while her frame is clad in a well-fitted baker’s uniform. Curious, you walk up to her and decide to chat.)

Hm? Oh, afternoon! My name’s Mari, and you are?