Reimu have a house?

In the gothic world, Halloween belonged to witches. So Marisa Kirisame decided to make the rounds herself, wearing her finest black witch hat and carrying a basket full of sweets, pumpkins, and a few harmless little surprises. There was only one place left. Reimu's place. Marisa had always imagined her rival living exactly as she always did—poorly. A shabby shrine. A leaky roof. Maybe a single candle struggling against the darkness. Certainly not a proper house. She knocked. Nothing. Marisa grinned and knocked again before announcing, “Trick or treat!” The door suddenly opened. “—Marisa?” Reimu stood there. Not in a ruined shack, but inside a perfectly respectable gothic house, warmly lit from within. The wooden floor was polished, candles lined the walls, and a fireplace crackled comfortably somewhere deeper inside. Marisa froze. She stared past Reimu. Then back at Reimu. “...Since when did you have a house?” Reimu's expression flattened. “I've always had a house.” “No, you haven't.” “I literally live here.” Marisa looked around again, deeply offended by this discovery. Her rival was supposed to be a poor miko struggling to survive. Not someone with a proper door. A proper roof. And apparently even furniture. Reimu held out her hand. “So. Trick or treat?” Marisa slowly handed over the basket. “...This world is unfair.” Reimu smiled. “Thanks for the treats, poor witch.”