Marian doesn't have her pies in her hands right now. But she knows what a villain is, what a threat is, and about boys with hair that is too blonde, who are too problematic the moment they show up. Who will only get more in the way if they stay, as well as get everyone there in so much trouble the moment they start making a racket.

With one look around she spots a very long silver ladle and grabs it up, like one of her fathers too large wooden swords she should get away with playing with as often as she does, and strides toward him, coming from one side of Katherine and the boy struggling. The ladle out pointing somewhere between his chest and head, defiant about having anything jeopardize these new friends she's found.

"No one invited you!"