Oooo. That last one was good. Choosing the beret, she pondered her next choice.

"Let's go, Witches broom! And... hmm.... let's have... Candy! A Magic Torch! And.... uhh...."
Marisa was out of ideas. But one choice left, if her counting was right.
Shrugging, figuring one last stupid option wasn't gonna kill her, she waggled her fingers at the machine, "Maaaaagggggiiiiiiccccc~"