[ If you think Marisa hasn't found out about this despite being in another dimension you really don't know her as well as you thought.
Handwaving that some sort of screen has been set up for her (and poor Gonta) to video call from, Marisa's out on the shop's back porch, setting off her own fireworks--the shooty shooty bullet kind, because those make less noise. ]
Hey, it's been a year since then, right? No one's seen hide or hair of that fuckin' moose, have they?
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Handwaving that some sort of screen has been set up for her (and poor Gonta) to video call from, Marisa's out on the shop's back porch, setting off her own fireworks--the shooty shooty bullet kind, because those make less noise. ]
Hey, it's been a year since then, right? No one's seen hide or hair of that fuckin' moose, have they?