When Zelda got upstairs, she found Peach struggling with a great lump of dark blue that seemed to be wriggling of its own accord.

"Er... Peach?"

Samus' head promptly appeared out of the top of the lump of dark blue. The unthinkable crossed Zelda's mind, shoving out the fact that she was supposed tobe angry with Peach. Was that... was that a dress?

"Samus?" she gasped.

"Samus has got a dress!" exclaimed Peach, wringing her hands in excitement.

"It was Peach's idea," added Samus hastily. "Not mine."

"I just wanted to see what she looked like, since she, like, never dresses like a girl."

"I have my own fashion sense, Peach," said Samus dryly.

"Well, Samus," said Zelda. "It's a... nice dress."

"It's not my thing," sighed Samus.

"But you look so pretty!" said Peach, smiling. "You should wear it to dinner tonight."

"You what?" shouted Samus. "No way! Nuh-uh. Not going to happen."

"Good idea," said Zelda.

"It's not a good idea, it's a very bad idea," Samus protested. "Please don't make me."

"What are you worried about?" asked Peach. "No one's going to laugh. You look lovely."

"I look stupid."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't!"

"Yes, I do!"

"No, you don't!"

"Yes, I do!"

"NO, YOU DON'T!"

"YES, I -"

"Sweet Palutena, is that you, Samus?"

All three girls gasped and turned to see Pit standing there, gawping.

"Pit, what in the name of mushrooms are you doing?" shouted Peach.

"I was only passing!" squeaked Pit. "Anyway, it's not my fault you left the door open."

He stared at Samus, his eyes flicking up and down in disbelief.

"Why are you wearing a dress?"

"It was my idea," said Peach proudly. "I wanted to see how Samus looked in a dress, since she's never worn one."

"And now she thinks I should wear it to dinner," sighed Samus. "Which, for the record, is a stupid idea."

"It's a good idea," said Peach.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Yes, it is!"

"No, it's -"

"Stop it, girls," shouted Pit.

They both looked at the angel and shuffled back a step.

Everyone was quiet for a moment, before Samus started speaking.

"I hate this stupid skirt," she scowled. "I don't know how you're supposed to walk in it."

"It's easy," said Peach. "Like this."

She took a few steps forward and motioned for Samus to try. She put one foot out, got said foot caught up and fell flat on her face.

Pit couldn't help but laugh.

"Shut up or I'll punch you," snapped Samus, getting to her feet.

He nodded, but moments later, he was giggling again.

"I'm sorry," he squeaked. "It's just that Samus Aran, the great space warrior, just fell over!"

"Yes, but this is Samus Aran in a dress," said Zelda, nodding wisely.

"Well, Pit, if you think it's so funny," Samus said, "you should try wearing a dress."

"Now that's a good idea," laughed Zelda.

"Come on, Pit," said Peach. Pit was backing towards the wall, shaking his head.

"No, no, no," he said. "No way. You can forget that."

"But you'll look so pwiddy," cooed Peach, pinching Pit's cheek.

"I'll go and get one of my other dresses," said Zelda.

"No – no! Please, don't! I'm not having people think I cross-dress!"

"Well, I've seen Marth walking round in one of Peach's dresses," Samus said.

"Has he now?" growled Peach. "Right, he's dead."

Zelda came back and thrust the dress at Pit.

"Off you go, Pit," she smirked. Pit sloped off to his room, feeling as though he was about to lose all of his street cred (and he was completely right, of course).

"This is going to be hilarious," grinned Zelda.