[There's no screaming, or book throwing, or anything of the sort. There's just a happy Meriken walking down the street, greeting people as she goes. She's a little too happy, really. Which could only mean one thing....]
Oh, hello there! Are you out enjoying the day? I know I am! It's such a wonderful day, after all.
Well, every day in Mayfield is
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[Goes back to watering garden]
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Unfazed, she plucks away at the thorns.]
Oh? And I suppose next you're going to tell me we aren't nations?
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Really, Bri-tan, calling yourself a nation is silly. Tracks of land can't go around talking, you know that.
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Your games are in poor taste, dear.
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Keeps.
Smiling.]
I told you, Bri-tan. I'm not playing any games.
[Obviously, she's not acting like herself. Normally, Meriken would have freaked out by now, yelling or shouting or calling Bri-tan a jerk.
But this Meriken is just polite, and kind, and the perfect neighbor with the perfect smile and the perfect attitude.]
Oh dear, you cut yourself. Will you be alright?
[She digs in the purse at her side--you may notice she's not wearing her cape--and pulls out a bandage.]
Here you go, you'll be wanting this. I'm sure you wouldn't want it to get infected.
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[she finishes removing the thorns on the flower, bleeding on the stem slightly]
You are not my Meriken, so be gone.
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[Stands there, smiling.]
Of course I'm Meriken. If I wasn't, who else would I be?
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But, I had thought you might like some company. Gardening is always more fun with two.
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Gardening is never fun with you.
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[And cheerfully, she turns to go.]
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When you are done playing, I need to speak with you.
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