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He looked like a deer in the headlights for a moment. Still, tense, quiet. In his mouth sat a bunch of sticks, puncturing him no doubt. The sight made her cringe and she silently pleaded the stranger to cease his nonsense. But of course he continued. He turned to her slowly as if she'd never been there.

Up until this point Marilla was able to withhold her judgment. He's a young boy, perhaps common sense hadn't knocked him in the face yet. But when he uttered those downright ridiculous words she couldn't stifle a laugh.

Really now? Just seems inconvenient to me. I mean is it really that hard to just... The girl then began to move closer. Every step was a cautious one; she ducked, she weaved, she gently moved some branches out of her way. By the time the distance between them was closed Marilla was left with little scratches. Slow and steady as they say. She lifted her chin and smiled before giving her full attention to the stranger. Name's Marilla. And you are?