Luigi had just thought up a great idea: today he would invite his friends over to have dinner with him tonight! He had the whole house to himself, due to Mario leaving to go work as a plumber for the first time since over a decade, at the very least. The Mario Brothers were actually quite wealthy from all the adventures that they went on over the years, though when Luigi brought this up to his brother earlier this morning, he simply shrugged at him with a bored look in his eyes.
"Back in the mud I've been in I confess," he said in an all-too familiar tune, "I'm so happy here! There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away," Mario repeated as he was back-flipping away towards the rising sun, singing like a maniac.
The plumber yipped and flipped away as well as flipping off the mail parakoopa that flew by every Sunday. Mario was funneled off towards a wild adventure, and away from Luigi. Now he needs to decide who he should invite over, on such a splendid evening he had already planned out ahead of time. The first one that came to mind was obvious: Yoshi.
Because he's been an excellent companion for all these years, and never once complained of being hit in the back of the head repeatedly. Luigi admired how he was so loyal, and so resilient. Assuming that he and Mario have been talking to the same yoshi all this time.
Yoshit- no, Yoshi.
The smiling, fanciful farce of animal abuse and Italian meatballs. He would make a fine guest, indeed. He would balance out the more disturbing aspects of Birdo, with his fleshy tongue and constant innuendos that comes out in inarticulate Yoshi noises. Truth be told, Luigi didn't much like Birdo, but he needed to invite him—and Birdo has always been a he to him, no matter what everybody else kept shoving down his throat. Just like all those eggs. God did he hate the eggs.
Sighing, he turned towards the kitchen, about to start preparing the dinner he had planned. First, he washed his hands at the sink. Somehow, he couldn't help but feel more like a surgeon preparing for an operation than someone trying to throw together a small dinner party. In a way, it fit the mood. He was most definitely hoping for his desired outcome, by his own, calculating hands.
Peaches would fit it even more, he realized.
Once he was done washing his hands, he moved over to the cupboard, and pulled out some peaches. They were still good, and it works as a side dish for everyone. They all liked peaches. Especially Princess Peach, he remembered. Luigi also had a chocolate cake in the 'fridge, for dessert. He was planning on making spaghetti as well; topped with home-made marinara sauce with added seasoning, and complemented by mozzarella, mushrooms, and meatballs. These were his three favourite ingredients for pasta, and he knew that his guests wouldn't mind him taking some liberty with switching around what they've come to expect of his culinary skills, just a little.
They won't even notice it at first.
He didn't even need to wonder who to invite last. She had become the rock that so many in their friend circle now rely on. Their deepest, and surprisingly one of their closest friends, in recent years.
Luigi picked up the red mushroom phone, ready to call her up. Ready to make this a night to remember.
He dialed her number.
An eerie, somewhat deep, slightly irritated feminine voice was on the line. "Yes?"
He could listen to that voice for the rest of his life, and still not get enough of it. It had always caressed his consciousness, in that unique pitch. It sounded almost like a toad from the Mushroom Kingdom, but with an inflection that only vibed within this one woman. His heart was fluttering, just thinking about her!
"Hello? Who is this?" She asked, becoming increasingly annoyed.
"Oh, hi Princess Shroob! Would you like to come dine with me and the gang, tonight?"
"I'd love to, Lu-eege!"
Luigi smiled. This will be a night they will never forget.
TO BE CONTINUED