It's been a few weeks since Little Mac arrived at the Smash Mansion to participate in the tournament. He's still unaccustomed to the new scenery, characters, and overall atmosphere. It was a little overwhelming for the boxer to say the least. He haven't really talked to anyone, instead he near isolated himself to training, which made Doc, his coach, concerned about him. Mac doesn't mind being alone. He was quite used to it. However, one particular person in the mansion kept trying to interact with him, but only resulting in disaster. Speaking of which, the smasher was at it again, this time carrying a small box. Mac, who was in the gym, ignored the approaching character and continued to punch the sandbag.

"Hey Mac! I brought some cheesecake!" they declared.

"I'm lactose intolerant Pit." Mac responded blankly while throwing jabs. He was lying, but Pit doesn't know that. The bruiser never said anything much about himself and felt he can pull a fast one.

"What!?" the angel yelled, his wings fluttering about. Mac cringed a bit from the sudden screaming. "Then why do you eat so much chocolate!? Are you alright!?" Pit tried to feel Mac's forehead to check if he had a fever, but he moved out of the way quickly before the angel could land a hand on him.

"What are you doing!?" Mac barked, annoyed by the sudden action.

"I'm making sure you're not sick from the chocolate!" Pit answered. The boxer groaned with agitation in his voice.

"I'm not dying from a disease!" he insisted. Pit sighed with relief, he didn't fully comprehend human diseases and allergies yet. He was an angel after all.

"That's good, you got me worried there!" he replied. Mac now felt a bit bad for lying, he felt like he had to make it up to Pit.

"Look, uh, I was lyin' about the allergy thing." the bruiser admitted.

"Really? Do you not like cheesecake then?" Pit questioned.

"Yeah. It always tasted funny to me." Mac replied, this time he was being honest.

"Well, how about we go to the bakery together and I'll buy something for you!" the angel suggested. A smile cracked on Mac's face. Pit's positivity was contagious.

"Sure. But I'll just pay for myself." he said. The angel nodded and both of them headed to the bakery.

The little building that they entered had a fresh aroma of bread, cakes, cookies, and many more delicious snacks. Racks of goods were all over and covered almost half the room.. Mac looked around in awe at all the food, along with the cozy scenery to boot. This was his first time stepping into the bakery, mostly because Doc would've known he was sneaking off to buy sweets. It was normally a big uproar when he did get caught.

"Hey Mac! Check out these donuts! I think they're the apple ones everyone's talking about!" Pit shouted and he pulled the boxer by the arm to show him the display.

"Wow, those look good." Mac said with a hint of excitement in his voice. His mouth was watering just looking at the apple glazed pastry. Without a second thought, the boxer walked over to the counter and was greeted by a brown-haired child with a red number 1 shirt on. The boy stared at Mac with a wide smile on his face, making the bruiser somewhat uncomfortable.

"Hey Villager!" Pit greeted as he walked to the counter. Villager waved at the angel, then he held up a piece of paper that said. "How may I help you today?"

"We would like to get a dozen of those apple donuts please." Pit replied with a smile. The boy nodded and started to get their order, all packed in a nice little white box. Once Villager got the order he counted up the total on the cash register.

"I'll get that," Mac stated as he pulled out his wallet. He paid for the food and Villager held up another paper that had the words "Thank you! Come again!" Eventually, the two left the bakery and started walking down the street of the little town.

"So that kid's name was Villager?" Mac asked, already pulling out a donut from the box he was carrying.

"Yeah, he doesn't speak. So, he uses little signs to communicate, which is okay to me!" Pit answered.

"He's a fighter too, right?" the boxer questioned.

"Yep! He's tougher than he looks." Pit replied. Mac nodded and took a bite of the donut. He was amazed by how good it was. They were better than any other donut he had in the Bronx!

"These are really good!" Mac stated before he took another bite. Pit laughed a bit. He never saw Mac so excited about something before!

"Hey can I try one?" Pit asked. They exchanged boxes and Pit took out a donut, excitedly taking a bite. His eyes widened a bit from the flavor.

"Wow, these are outstanding!" the angel shouted. The two walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus. They discussed how good the treats were. After a few minutes, the sky darkened and rain started to pour. Mac pulled up his hood on his pink hoodie, but then he realized Pit was starting to get soaked from the water.

"Aw, my wings are going to get wet!" he said wrapping himself with them in an attempt to avoid more rain.

"Here, hold this for a second." Mac responded as he gave Pit the box of donuts. The boxer took off his hoodie, leaving him in his black tank top, and placed it on the angel's shoulder.

"Huh? You don't have to give me your hoodie Mac." he said as Mac took both boxes.

"Well, it's the friendly thing to do." the bruiser replied. Pit smiled with excitement in his eyes once again.

"Thanks Macaroni!" Pit said while he put on the pink hoodie. Mac cringed.

"I don't think nicknames suit me." he responded. Pit laughed and nodded in understanding. He finally was friends with Mac. His efforts finally paid off! As for Mac, he felt better knowing that not everyone were as intimidating as they seemed. He even considered trying to interact more with the other smashers.

"Wait until Doc hears about this." the boxer thought to himself before the bus arrived. The two hopped on the bus, driving them back to the mansion.