>Your own boss. Got a nice ring to it, that.
>"Oh, yeah? Whacha got there, new shoes for the trip?"
>It really does, doesn't it?
>"Not unless you've already lost them somewhere," Marisa says.
> Take the object and unwrap it.
>You take the object from Marisa, and immediately feel something hard and thin running the length of the bundle as you grasp it, like a metal... rod? You unwrap the rest of the cloth, Marisa grinning at you intently the whole time. It's a pair of dowsing rods, long and l-shaped, with stylized markers of the cardinal directions formed from the metal at each end. The good ones.
>"Surprise!" Marisa says. "I know you had your eye on those. Consider it a graduation present."