My Dream, My Life

Chapter II

Samus sighed for the umpteenth time today. Waiting in the hotel lobby, Zelda had told her to meet her at 6. Now 5:55, she waited the additional five minutes idly staring into a wall. Fidgeting somewhat in the clothes she now wore, she wished she had something a bit less restrictive instead of the current clothes she wore. But Zelda had explicitly stated that she was to wear something casual, and appropriate for a restaurant. Acquiescing, Samus had opted for a pair of black leather pants, black high-heels, a white tank-top that left her midriff bare, and a black leather jacket.

"This might be more than I bargained for," she muttered to herself. Although she was expecting some complications of sorts, this was something she had not planned nor anticipated for. She had this nagging feeling that she was about to step into something that would lead her down a one-way path, and once she had started, the only recourse would be to see it though. The idea bothered her to the point she wondered if she should just back out and leave her curiosity and questions unanswered.

"Good evening, Miss Aran," a regal voice greeted Samus. Glancing up, Samus raised a surprised eyebrow at Zelda's new attire. White knee length skirt hung snugly on her hips, complimented by a creamy pink blouse, topped with a simple jacket that seemed to just meld with her clothes. All of the royal jewellery was gone only to be replaced by a pair of simple earrings that hung off at the base of her pointed ears. If she didn't already know that Zelda was a princess, she would've believed that she was looking at a normal woman.

"You look different," Samus put it simply, getting up from her seat.

"Thank you," Zelda happily accepted. "Shall we go? I have already made reservations." Samus simply nodded in response and let Zelda lead the way as they left the hotel.

They walked in silence for some time, leaving Samus to ponder on her own thoughts. Zelda was an interesting mystery. She called herself princess, but despite having the air and grace of such, she hardly acted like one. It was as if she was the proverbial wolf in sheep's clothing, as it were; posing as something she was most likely not. And yet everything she did, ranging from the way she walked and talked to how she carried herself, it pointed that she was indeed of royal upbringing.

And yet when she watched her in the ring, it was as if she was another person entirely. Although the signs were minute, she could see that she had been well trained in her particular art of magic. Whoever had trained her had trained her well, especially the combat applications of her own magic. What she lacked in physical capabilities, she made up for with her magical knowledge and training. That much was clear. Samus wondered what would happen if she were to combine proper and decent hand-to-hand combat skills with her already substantial magical prowess. The idea brought shivers to her spine at the very thought of it. It could prove to be an interesting battle.

"Is something wrong?" Zelda asked, pulling Samus from her thoughts.

Samus, however, shook her head. "Just a random thought."

"I see," she simply stated, continuing on forward. "If I may ask, would you mind telling me about yourself?"

"What is there to know?" she answered back, not wanting to answer such a question.

"I just wish to get to know you better," Zelda answered back, her tone unwavering. "That is the purpose of this outing, isn't it? You wish to get to know me, and I wish to get to know you." While she didn't show it on her face, Samus was surprised as she tried to get her head around what the princess had just said. It was as if somehow, she knew that was what Samus had in mind the whole time. She began to wonder if the princess had some form of telepathy.

"If you're wondering how I knew, I came to that conclusion when you had approached me concerning dinner after my match," Zelda lightly answered.

"How did you know what I was thinking?" Samus blurted out, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I do not," Zelda replied back evenly, looking at Samus directly in the eyes. "However, I have long been able to read body language. You had momentarily paused when I had told you about the purpose of this outing. From there, I only inferred the most likely thought you were having, but it is by far from being completely accurate. There is still a degree of guesswork and probability involved."

Samus couldn't help but smile at Zelda. "You're quite the princess."

"Thank you," said Zelda, smiling back at Samus from the compliment.

Samus let out a sigh and decided to divulge a little about herself. "You already know who I am, Samus Aran. I am a bounty hunter from my part of the galaxy. Been doing it for as far back as I can remember. I was born on a world that was designated K-2L by the government I'm often hired by. My overall life revolved around growing up learning the art of warfare and fighting as a kid, spent a bit of time in the military in my teenage years before finally becoming a bounty hunter. That's the general outline of my life."

"I see," Zelda commented, deciding not to press on too much unless Samus was willing. Taking a quick breath, she decided to fulfill her part of the agreement. "As you already know, I'm Princess Zelda. I am also the ruling body of Hyrule. I grew up in a relatively sheltered lifestyle for quite some time, learning how to be a princess, how to harness and control my powers, learning politics, the ways of the kingdom, among other things. My life became somewhat more interesting when I had met Link."

"What's the story behind that?" Samus asked.

"That is a story for another time," Zelda answered, before continuing on. "After that particular adventure, Link was soon called upon by the League to participate in their competitions. After his first time here, he invited me along to see what the league had to offer. I was originally planning to only be a spectator, but circumstances ended up with me competing in the tournament. Afterwards, I had continued to train more and more actively for these competitions. Unfortunately, due to my constraints as the ruling body of Hyrule, I can only come to these festivities once every 4 seasons." Samus said nothing, opting to simply listen to the girl speak, and hoping that she would eventually be able to obtain more detailed answers she wanted at some point during the evening.

"As you can possibly surmise, I'm in the middle of my annual outing to the league. Unfortunately, it lasts only for two weeks, but I try to make the most of it."

"But why do you come here?" Samus asked.

"Call it…a vacation of sorts," she answered wistfully. "It's a chance for me to be able to get away from life as a princess, and just be Zelda. Unfortunately, many continue to pay the respect due to my title. While it is nice to know there are people out there who recognize my title for who I am, I often come back home dissatisfied. I hardly meet people who treat me as a person, rather than the carrier of a title."

"Is that all?" she asked, a bit surprised but not particularly impressed by her story.

"I know it's not particularly interesting," Zelda admitted, "but it's my reason of being here. To get away from it all, hopefully meet new people, and somewhat see how I stand against champions of other worlds and dimensions."

"Sounds like some glorified story to cover up the fact is you're just trying to find adventure in places a fragile thing like you shouldn't be in," Samus bluntly put it, not caring if Zelda took offence to it or not.

"If that is your opinion," Zelda simply stated. Samus raised an eyebrow. Now she was confused. Her behaviour was nothing like she was expecting.

'Just what are you?' Samus wondered mentally.

The ever steady smile on Zelda's lips never left as she calmly walked down the road, calmly watching vehicles of all sorts calmly fly high above or roll past her along the road next to her. She couldn't help but feel great amusement and accomplishment within her. Not only had she been able to get Samus to have dinner with her, she was doing quite the job confusing her. Although to a normal person Samus looked fine, she knew that Samus was trying to process everything that had just transpired. Minute differences in the way her body moved stood out to ever observant eyes, indicating that her mind was hard at work trying to solve the mystery that was her.

She wasn't purposely trying to confuse her, but she wasn't one to volunteer information. But if she was asked directly, she'd answer it to the best of her ability. Some have said that she was quite sly, but she always said that was how she was.

Then there were comments of how she was able to shrug off insults as if they were nothing. That particular statement was not true. There were times that such insults have hurt her, be it her pride, her ego, or self-esteem, but she would always return such insults with equally vindictive retribution. Other times, she could already guess the intension behind the words, and would react accordingly. In Samus's case, she had a feeling that Samus didn't completely believe her story, but didn't pay too much heed to her words. If anything, they lacked the usual venom involved in such insults. To her, Samus's words were nothing but her opinion of her, even if it was one that she didn't like too much.

"What about you?" Zelda asked after a moment of silent. "Why do you compete in the League?"

"This particular tournament, it was the prize money," she answered, going for the short and simple answers. "Previously, they were just distractions from my day-to-day life. But after a while, it began to bore me that I stopped coming. Not too many challenges that it was worth coming here regularly." Silence hung between them leaving them to their thoughts.

"What do you plan to do with the money?" Zelda asked after a while.

"Pay off any expenses and debts I owe from previous jobs, upgrade my ship, and any additional supplies I may require," she explained. "I have no use for that championship belt."

"I suppose not," Zelda agreed, nodding her head. "But perhaps there will be champions who will attempt to vie for your belt now that you have been deemed Brawler of Brawlers."

"Let them issue their challenges," Samus sighed, not particularly pleased that she had gotten a title she did not want. "I'll destroy them quickly so that I can continue my work."

"Quite blunt aren't you?" Zelda commented.

"And?" Samus countered.

"Just an observation," Zelda stated, as her eyes began to look between the various shops and restaurant for the one she was looking for. "You do not seem to be one who holds back her tongue, nor do you seem to the type to try to 'soften' the blow."

"Pardon me if my social skills are not up to par, princess," Samus snarled not liking the jab at her social skills.

"It is nothing to be ashamed of," Zelda pointedly stated, seemingly unfazed by Samus's statement. "You said so yourself, you are a bounty hunter, and you were trained to fight from a young age. It would only be natural that your social skills are negatively affected. Plus your complexion tells me that you are not out of your suit too often."

Samus didn't know whether to be angry at Zelda's present attitude, or be amazed at her ability maintain her control of her emotions. Twice now she had said things that most people would take offence to, but Zelda simply took them, dismantled them to their true meaning, and discarded them as nothing more than a piece of debris. The more she talked with Zelda, the more questions began to arise, and the greater her desire to want to know what exactly was underneath the calm cool exterior that Zelda was exuding. Although she didn't like that this was happening to her, she couldn't resist its call. Curiosity had taken its hold on her, and she wouldn't be satisfied until all of her questions had been answered.

"You're real a piece of work," Samus sighed, bringing a hand up and rubbing her forehead. Zelda said nothing but stopped. Wondering why Zelda had halted, Samus followed her gaze to see that she had led them to quite an expensive restaurant. It was also one of the more popular ones as well.

"Paulander," she muttered to herself. Samus watched as people all over climbed up the stairs that led to the prestigious restaurant above. All of them were dressed quite nicely to fit the occasion she observed. Glancing down at her attire, Samus was now glad that she had decided to wear something, rather than what she had originally planned to wear. Although she hated to admit it, she would have drawn a lot more unnecessary attention than she already did. She was just glad no one recognized her on the way.

"Shall we?" Zelda offered, indicating towards the building above. Samus nodded, and two quietly made their way up the stairs.

"Welcome ladies, and how may I help you today?" the receptionist happily greeted as Zelda and Samus walked through the entrance.

"Reservation for Zelda of Hyrule," said Zelda.

The receptionist took a moment to look through his book before finding the reservation. "Of course, the table you have requested is ready. Just step on the transport pad and it will take you directly to your table." Tapping a button on the podium, a transport pad similar to the ones used in the Smash stadiums appeared before them.

Samus gave her an inquisitive look, but Zelda simply smiled and stepped onto the pad, and calmly waited for her to follow suit. Deciding not to question or argue with the princess, Samus did the easy thing and simply stepped onto the pad, and waited to see where this would take them. Her question was soon answered as the pad had taken them to one of the upper levels, giving them a window view over the entirety of Smash City.

Samus let a low whistle slip past her lips. The view was quite impressive. One word came to mind as she stepped up to the window: magnificent. The city itself was a glistening utopia. Pristine glass reflected lightly of whatever sunlight remained, while the streets below began to glow as the street lights roused from their slumber to greet the night, bathing the streets in florescent white. The buildings themselves were a harmonious display of functionality and aesthetics. Pleasing to the eyes, but built to last and function well. Beyond, she could see the lights from Smash stadium as the late night matches progressed, as occasional flares of colours flashed across the top. And even further, the Smash mountain range filled the background, bathed in a wash of orange and red, as the sun slowly descended below the horizon. The skies above twinkled as the stars began to dot the sky, transition from the vibrate light of the sun, to the calm soothing light of the stars and the moon.

Somehow, this view left her at peace. A feeling she rarely felt, and enjoyed whenever she could afford to.

"I'm glad this choice sits with you well," Zelda stated from beside Samus.

"It is a calming sight," Samus agreed. Although not one comment, she felt this was something that should be known. It was after all Zelda's idea.

"I haven't felt this peaceful nor seen something like it for a while," Samus sighed.

"A city like this?" Zelda asked, glancing over at her companion for the night.

"No," she said shaking her head. She paused a moment, she see searched for the correct word to answer before it came to her. "It is peaceful. I haven't been at ease like this for a while." And it was true. For once, she didn't feel the burning sensation of being out of her Power Suit, nor the urge to have the Paralyser she had hidden underneath her jacket. It felt strangely comforting, to be able to feel this way, while at the same time alien. She often wondered what it would be like, to be able to hang up her career as a bounty hunter behind, and be able to find a new way of life. But alas, it was but a fleeting dream, one that would be always out of her grasp.

"Maybe one day I can show you my home and the view my castle offers," Zelda suggested. "Although the view pales in comparison of the technological advancements this city offers, I prefer it due to its natural aura and true lights, rather than this artificial world that this city provides." Samus said nothing. Zelda had said that they weren't as advanced as Smash City. Were there such backward worlds out there that even existed anymore, she wondered.

Taking in her surroundings, Samus noticed that the two of them are not alone. Lining the windowed walls, other various tenants quietly dined, talking amongst one another as they also enjoyed their part of the magnificent view. Center of the entire floor, a few couples danced to the quiet music that permeated the scene. Something she realized that she had initially missed when she had first came up to the floor. However, she passed it off as the music was being directed at the center of the room where the dance floor was. Center and against the one wall that was not windowed, a bar was set up serving drinks of various kinds to customers. She idly wondered if they served drinks from her part of the universe.

"Shall we sit?" Zelda again suggested to Samus, indicating to the two chairs that waited for them. Samus continued her silence but nodded and seated herself across Zelda.

Turning her attention back towards the window, Samus continued to observe the scene in front of her. It was quite alluring, if not a beautiful sight. However, the word beautiful just didn't seem to sit well with her. It felt quite awkward to her for some reason. Perhaps it was not the right word to use, or possibly it wasn't the right moment to use it. Either way, the word wasn't something she said often, if at all.

"If I may ask," Zelda began, pulling Samus from her thoughts, "where did you obtain your armour?"

Glancing down at the device that she had hidden on her left wrist, she pondered on whether or not she should tell. It wasn't something she often spoke of, and top of that, it was what many would call a trade secret. But to her, it had a more personal meaning to her. It was in essence a part of her body, something that she didn't like to disclose to just anyone, even if the person who was asking was someone who intrigued her greatly.

"If you do not wish to answer, then it's alright," said Zelda, taking notice of Samus's hesitation. "There's not need to force yourself to tell me."

"It is a somewhat personal matter," said Samus, leaning back against her chair, mentally glad that she didn't have to divulge that particular information. Although the chances of anyone ever taking the information and using it against her were minimal in terms of Zelda, it was the general idea of giving that information that bothered her.

Soon enough, a waiter had arrived and offered the two of them menu's and glasses of water. The two of them soon enough made selections from it and ordered.

Now the two of them waited in silence for their food to arrive, both lost in their own thoughts.

"Tell me about your training," Samus asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the two of them. "I had never seen you use your magic before. Your hand-to-hand combat skills are not quite impressive, unless you use your alternate form, and even then that is more of a crutch than a real battle aspect."

"My training was relatively simple actually," Zelda began, taking a sip of her water before launching into explaining her training. "I will admit that my hand-to-hand training has been lacking. However, what I was trained in I excelled. Archery, horseback riding, magical applications was what I had been trained in mostly. In terms of my magic, I was taught every possible aspect of it since I was very young. Defensive, offensive, healing, support, teleportation, elementals, and a myriad of other means of using my magic.

"However, although I was born with magical aptitude, it took me years to obtain the level of magic I possess now. My training was quite difficult. But nonetheless, it has helped me greatly throughout my life and in particular the Smash battles."

"How so?" Samus asked.

"Lately, I've been training how to use my magical capabilities in a more offensive manner," she explained. "I've have Link help me at times, but I have also called upon my original instructors to assist me in my training as well. Today was the first opportunity I had to test the results of my training. As you most likely saw, the results were quite fruitful."

"So this is a recent skill acquirement," Samus commented.

"It is in a sense," Zelda sighed, taking another sip of water. "I have always been capable, but it was only recently that I had intensified my combat training."

'If this is the result from possibly only a year of training in magic, I wonder how much more effective she would be with a year of hand-to-hand,' Samus mentally wondered. Taking a few gulps of water, her mind continued to process over this particular piece of information about Zelda's combat capabilities. It was something that she took into consideration. Although the likelihood of the two of them fighting was low, it was best to have a proper knowledge of all opponents and what they were capable of, especially if earlier today was any indication. She had to be ready if the unexpected occurred.

"What of you?" Zelda asked back. "What did your training consist of?"

Samus restrained a sigh that threatened to escape from her lips. Yet another personal question that she was unwilling to answer. But why was it that Zelda seemed more than welcoming to the idea of revealing herself, but she was not. It nagged at her. She wanted her questions answered, but the more she asked, the more she was asked back. It was clear that it was a situation of give and take, but this situation was asking for more than she was willing to give. There were a lot of things she did not wish to reveal. Not now, not ever, to absolutely everyone. At least that was what she wanted.

"If you'd like, you can ask the questions you want, and you can choose which questions to answer," Zelda offered Samus. "It is clear I am asking sensitive topics, and I do not wish to impose any discomfort upon you."

"What the hell are you?" Samus snarled, feeling something snap.

"Pardon me?" Zelda asked confused at the sudden shift of attitude.

"What the fucking hell are you?!" she repeated herself. Unfortunately, she ended up raising her voice drawing the attention of the surrounding customers. "You talk like some saint, acting as if there's nothing in the world, or in the universe I should say, that bothers you! You say you want to get away from your world, but you act as if that world isn't even bothering you! Look at yourself! You even shrug off my words as if they didn't mean a single thing! You make me sick!"

Zelda let out a simple sigh and gave Samus a levelled gaze. "Are you quite done, Miss Aran?"

"Oh I'm far from it, princess," she growled, placing heavy stress on her title. "I am quite far from it."

"Miss Aran," Zelda calmly, but firmly stated glaring Samus straight in the eyes. "Sit down. You are making an unnecessary scene."

"Make me," she challenged.

Zelda simply let out a sigh, and looked over towards the waiter who had taken their orders approach them. "Please excuse us a moment." Quickly grabbing Samus's arm, she immediately teleported the two of them to the rooftop. And before Samus could react, the air cracked as Zelda viciously slapped Samus across the cheek.

"You truly lack a lot of social skills," Zelda sadly stated.

"What the hell was that for?!" Samus screamed.

Unfazed by Samus's anger, Zelda simply continued to look at her with that levelled stare. "I do not react like most people, because I am not like most people. As I have said, I can read body language. I am also quite observant of people's mannerisms, even minute ones. Not only that, I am a princess. I am trained to hold my composure and think things clearly before a course of action is taken, to minimise the amount of damage from what I say and do.

"Although you had intended insults, our conversation has been anything but confrontational. Despite your lack of social skills, you attempt to make it up with sense of bravado to hide that fact for one thing. You may have an opinion of me I may not like, but I can do nothing about it.

"And I am not an unfeeling saint. I, however, know when words are being thrown at me in an insulting manner, or being used to voice an opinion in the manner one is most comfortable with. I am not trying to patronize you." Sighing, Zelda turned her back to Samus and approached the railing that overlooked the mountains.

"I may not look like I dislike the world I come from, or the position I hold," Zelda said, a bit louder so that Samus could hear her clearly. "But the truth is I hate it. Although I am the ruling body of Hyrule with the power to demand anything, I am trapped in a duty I cannot escape from. I cannot go where I want without an escort, I cannot train without a trainer with me, and I cannot even go out riding without an escort. I am trapped in such a world, forced to maintain a regal image as the head of Hyrule, where I am waited on hand and foot.

"But here, I can shed that bit of me away. Here, I am just Zelda of Hyrule. I am not a princess, not a member of a royal family. Here, I can just be someone who wishes to be free, if only for a little while. I cannot change the way I act, or who I am. I am I. And it is here where I can truly say that."

"Pretty words," Samus muttered, locating a door that would take her down. But then again, if she wanted she could just activate her suit and jump down.

"And what of you, Samus Aran?" Zelda asked her gaze upon the mountains beyond and the night sky. "Do you not feel you can just be Samus Aran? Not a glorified bounty hunter who's deeds most likely span the cosmos and beyond? Do not feel the freedom that you are simply recognized as Samus Aran, one who is a mighty warrior among other mighty warriors, one who is treated as a person, not a mechanical being, if you wanted? You too could be free from your mask, if you wanted. You could be yourself, or maybe…find yourself, your real self. The you who is not the bounty hunter. The you who could have been, if you did not become a bounty hunter."

'My real self?' Samus thought to herself. 'I already know who I am. I am Samus Aran, bounty.'

"You may not believe my words, but they are in earnest," said Zelda, turning her head to face Samus. "I do not have too many people I can talk to here, nor do I have many friends here. If possible, I would like you to be one of them."

"Friends?" Samus asked, a bit surprised by the word.

Zelda nodded in response. "That was the purpose of this outing. However, I feel that it will no longer be a viable possibility, if your present attitude is any indication." Turning around completely, Zelda bowed lightly towards her. "I apologize if I had caused any inconvenience. I will pay for the entire bill in compensation for the night."

As Zelda walked past her, Samus's mind tried to wrap around the whole situation. Her plan had been to understand and learn about this particular enigma. She wanted to know what made this fighter tick, what was it that made her powerful and how she could possibly defeat her in the future should they come to blows. She wanted to be ready for the possibility. However, what had been a sound plan had turned into a social event between her and the Hylian girl.

She was a bounty hunter, not a creature that craved social interaction. She thought side of her had long disappeared when she had begun her life as a bounty hunter. She had never had issues with being a loner the last two times she had been here. To her, it was all battles and training. This was supposed to have just been a reconnaissance mission, but in the end it had quickly turned into what she had not expected nor planned for.

But in truth, she didn't know how to handle the situation. She didn't know how to be tact; she didn't know how to be courteous. Such manners and social skills died long ago when she had became an active bounty hunter. Ever since she had left the Galactic Federation and struck out on her own, she had become accustomed to being alone, that she had all but forgotten her manners and such, and her social skills had diminished.

"Wait," Samus called out before Zelda teleported down.

"Yes?" Zelda replied, turning around to face Samus who had yet to turn around.

"I…I still don't understand…how can you be so understanding?" she asked, struggling not to yell out again. "How can you act like you know everything so easily? You seem so calm, so controlled, and yet you talk like you know so much, that you can even tell if I'm insulting you or not, or what's going on in my head. I just don't get it!"

"Samus look at me," Zelda requested. Samus let out a frustrated sigh, but complied and turned around looking at her in the eye.

"I am not a Saint," she stated firmly. "I am still, for all intents and purposes, human. I still have my own ambitions, I have my own dreams, desires; I have my own emotions and feelings. And like any human, I am different from every other person in my world. I am different from you, different from my mother and father, different from whoever shall succeed me back home.

"What I do, how I act, how I speak, how I carry myself, how I am able to read other people, is a part of me. I am Zelda of Hyrule. I am a Hylian Princess, who simply has an uncanny ability to read others. I am not a deity, nor am I an arrogant, aristocratic fool who thinks nothing but herself. I wish to be your friend. I wish to extend my hand of friendship. However, I have been taught that to make friends, one must not hold up the mask of deception. So, I act as I. However, it is clear that you aren't comfortable with who I am. But despite that, I want to know the real you. I wish to get to know who you are, what you are, what lies beneath your exterior. I wish to get to know you. But, it seems that you are not interested in such trivialities.

"So once again, I apologise for any confusion I have caused and for the time you have wasted with me." Bowing once again, Zelda straightened up and looked back at Samus again. "Is there anything else you wish to ask of me, before I depart?"

"Why…are you into such things?" Samus asked, carefully eyeing the princess. If there was anything, any hint of deception, she would spot it and end it right then and there. "Why do you really want to have friends?"

"A life without friendship is a lonely life," Zelda sigh. "I do not wish to come here every year without having a few friends to speak with, to share stories, to laugh with, to spend time with, I do not wish to come here every year clinging only to Link as my friend. I know that he has friends here he wishes to see, and I wish to have my own group of friends whom I would enjoy spending time with. I wish to be able to experience that while I'm here. If I can at least enjoy it here, in Smash City, I can walk away each year knowing that I have people I can trust and talk to. Because I know that if they are my friends, I will have the pleasure of seeing them visit me in my castle of Hyrule."

"Having friends is a big thing for you huh?" Samus commented, eyeing the princess.

"It is, especially since nowadays, the castle feels incredibly lonely with only servants and officials concerned with their 'livelihoods' who are more interested in completing their job than socialising with the ruling body," Zelda sighed.

Sighing, Samus stepped up to the Hylian girl. "I can't promise you anything but…perhaps we can still salvage the night."

"How so?" Zelda asked, trying to hide the sudden surprise and excitement.

Sighing, Samus simply looked back towards the mountains for a moment, before returning her attention towards Zelda. "I'll do my best to answer your questions. But you will forgive me if I withhold some information."

"It is acceptable," Zelda smiled. "Shall we?" Samus simply nodded before she took Samus's hand in hers, and teleported back down to their table.

"Perhaps it isn't too late after all," Zelda happily chimed as the waiter brought their food too their table, not long after their return. Silence fell upon them once again, as they helped themselves to the food brought before them.

'Maybe…this won't be so bad after all,' Samus thought to herself.