I'm doing pretty well. While everyone else eats biscuits, I get proper meals. While they struggle to escape, I get to fight monsters. They aren't short on food or drink anyway, and their home is teeming with cattle and sheep.
My boyfriend came along too. If you insist on tagging along, at least you have good taste. What do you mean, I should marry someone myself? Are you kidding?
I have no shortage of boyfriends. Why would I have to go with your family?
Uncle, you're impressive, but what does that have to do with me? My home is everywhere. Wherever I go, that's home.
Hey, kid, go find your parents. Stop clinging to your big sister...
