Never one to shy away from a potential tea party or an invitation into the library, Marisa has been bobbing along behind Remilia on her broom the entire time. Sitting on it sideways, even, casual-as. "Y'know," she remarks with a rub of her arm. All innocent. "I think Patche'd just be glad t'get any kinda guest taking the front door for once, so y'might as well head on in."