> We'll assume it's happiness.
> "Well, let's go, Mii!"
> And we're walking, and we're walking...
> You deem these squeals to be that of happiness, and dub the hairball "Mii".
> The two of you plus Mii continue walking. Time seems to stretch out endlessly; the walk continues in relative silence, although having Mii in your arms certainly keeps you entertained. When you pass by tall plants, it reaches out and bites off leaves, chomping on them loudly. Kouyoshi says something about their eating habits, and you continue on.
> The trees are starting to thin out. You feel a pleasantly cool breeze.
> _