A/N: Here's another pair of little scenes mashed together into one largish chapter.

I gave Morton a couple lines in the first scene. Just because.

I also added all of Larry's musings, since the back half of the second scene can't exactly be the straight love-in of the original.

Act. II. Scene v.

Lemmy paced around the room nervously. It had been hours since Kammy left, and he was worried that maybe something had happened. He wished Morton hadn't gone with her on her errands – she could carry the groceries magically if she wanted to anyway. He wished he could have gone out with her instead, but since he had been excused from setting up the Bowser Party, his father made him stay in all morning and help clean up. He got the lightest jobs, of course, unlike Iggy, Wendy and Junior, who were still being punished for the previous day's shenanigans. Junior still managed to sneak out before breakfast, although he got a severe berating when he finally did show up, and Lemmy supposed he would be wise to stay on his father's good side.

Although, it word got out about what he and Peach had planned, he doubted he'd be in his father's good books for a long while. Unless they eased him into it – maybe if she started coming around more just to be with the family: she did say that they'd be together after they were married, didn't she? The memories of the night before was a whirlwind for Lemmy. He could barely think straight: he was beside himself with love and longing and fear and impatience about Kammy taking her sweet time. If he could have trusted anyone else, he would have, but Kamek, Iggy, Wendy and Iggy would just rat him out, none of the other underlings had enough guts to keep a secret from Bowser, and Morton couldn't keep a secret from anyone. So here he was, stuck waiting on the ancient, sluggish sack of lead that was Kammy Koopa.

After what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the door creaked open, and Lemmy nearly knocked Kammy over as he flew to her side. "Thank the Stars you're back! What's the news? Did you find her? Why is he still here?"

"Take the groceries to the kitchen, will you, Morton," said Kammy lazily, piling the bags into the scowling Koopaling's arms with a flick of her wand.

"Hey!" he protested, but when Lemmy slammed the door close, nearly catching the hem of Kammy's robes as she tottered across the threshold, he realized it was non-negotiable. "Yeah, nice to see you too, bro!" he called sarcastically at the door, before teetering away with the mound of food, consoled only by the fact that Kammy wouldn't be around to scold him when he declined to wait until dinner to snack on some of the goodies they had brought home.

Ignoring Morton's parting words, Lemmy continued to grill Kammy. "So? What's wrong? Is the news bad? Oh, at least try and give it a positive spin – or is it happy and you're just making sour faces for no reason? Why would you trick me like that?"

"Leave me alone for a minute – I've been walking all day. Boy, do my bones ache. Where's a seat?"

Lemmy (and everyone else in the household) was used to Kammy's complaining, but he was in no mood to wait for her to perk up on her own. "I'd trade you my bones for your news. Please, tell me what happened!"

"Such a hurry! Just wait for a moment – I just climbed a lot of stairs. I should have levitated along with the packages. Why'd I even bring them upstairs in the first place? I'm so out of breath."

"If you were out of breath you wouldn't have enough breath to say you were out of breath," argued Lemmy. "Instead of making excuses, just use that breath you most certainly have to tell me the news! Is it good news or bad news? I have to know!"

Kammy rolled her eyes behind her glasses. "You're almost as rude as Peach's friends. You both have poor taste, I tell you. She may be the most beautiful human in the land, her Daisy friend has some lip – I am so glad you didn't fall for her, by the way. Have you had lunch yet?"

"No, no, but stop beating around the bush. Did she say anything about our marriage? What of that?"

"I have such a headache – and my feet hurt. Rub them, won't you?" Lemmy nearly cried in frustration, and Kammy couldn't help but laugh. "I kid, I kid. Peach said- where is Kamek?"

"Where's Kamek? I dunno, with Dad? Where else would he be? Stay on topic – 'Peach said "where is Kamek?"'? Really? I mean, really?"

"Stars, you're impatient today. I'm starting to see the side of you that agreed to marry that girl after one date – less than a date. All this fussing: is this the thanks I get for doing you a favour?"

"You're the one making a fuss! Just tell me what she said! I'm begging you!" Lemmy fell to his knees in desperation.

It was then that Kammy realized with a start that he hadn't been using his ball the entire time. And thinking back, he wasn't on it when he sent her off. He hadn't ridden around on his fanciful ball since the dinner party. How long had Bowser bemoaned that his second-eldest child still rolled about like a little kid instead of 'walking like a man', or however else he put it. Perhaps Peach's proposal had been the kick Lemmy needed to finally accept he was an adult. Kammy sighed – if he was finally going to try and be grown up, she supposed she shouldn't be teasing him like a child.

"Are you done your chores for today?"

"Yes."

"Then hie you hence to Larry's. Peach is going to be waiting for you at noon, and I presume your brother will be the one tying the knot for you."

Lemmy's cheeks flushed. He hadn't quite expected the hour of his marriage to be so soon upon him. "But it's noon now."

"Then you better hurry," grinned Kammy. "It seems appropriate seeing as you're already rushing into this marriage."

But Lemmy could scarcely hear Kammy anymore, his mind once more whirling. Why did she take so long to get back? She hadn't given him any time to prepare himself. He wasn't ready. He wasn't ready at all! How could he have agreed to marry Peach so soon? Or, had it been his idea? What was he doing? Was he crazy? No, he was in love. He loved her and she loved him and he was keeping her waiting!

"Bye Kammy! Wish me luck!" he said as he snapped out of his shock and sprinted from the room. He dashed through the halls, leapt down the stairs, and in a flash, was through the front door. His feet slapped against the cobblestones as he ran – it was a new sensation, after spending his whole life atop his ball. But he was leaving that life behind and flying to his new one, and not once did he look back.

Act II. Scene vi.

"May the Stars shine down on this happy day," said Larry dryly. Glancing at the clock. Lemmy was late. "Let not this slow start bode badly for the hasty marriage."

"Nothing could be so bad that it can't be made better by one look at my love," responded Peach, grinning wickedly. Larry brought out the worst in her.

"Violent delights have violent ends," warned the Koopaling, no longer joking around. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Positive, said Peach, putting on the warmest smile she could manage as Lemmy burst through the door, his chest heaving.

"There he is," remarked Larry. Struggling to hide a look of disapproval as the other Koopaling practically bounded across the room and found himself swept up in Peach's embrace. Without his ball, Lemmy was a head shorter than Peach, but after years of kissing Mario on the cheek, Peach was used to compensating for a height difference. Of course, her lips weren't on Lemmy's cheeks now, and Larry cleared his throat. "Let's wait until that part of the ceremony comes up, shall we?"

Peach shot him a death glare – she wanted Lemmy to be drowning in her love right up until it was too late for him to come to his sense and back out. But Larry knew his brother better than Peach – he could tell Lemmy wouldn't back out at this point even if Peach cracked him across the skull with her frying pan.

Wanting to be sure, Peach looked down at her prey, still wrapped in her arms. "Oh Lemmy, I'm so glad you came. I'd say I was worried when the clock struck twelve and you weren't here yet, but I knew you would be along any second."

"Of course! I love you so much, Peach, I won't ever keep you waiting ever again, I promise!"

"No need, Lemmy – there is only one promise you need to make to me today, and you shall make me the happiest girl in the world. Nothing will stop our love – not even the fighting between our other loved ones. We might have to wait some time, and ease them into it slowly, but out love will bring them all together!"

As Lemmy became overwhelmed with emotion and latched his face to Peach's once more, Larry noted with approval that it seemed like she was starting to think of her next moves. He was glad she wasn't going to be stupid enough to let everyone know right away – evidently, he had trained her well. The naïve Peach of the pre-Fawful era would not have suspected that any mischief could have come from love. Not that there was any real love here, of course. None of this would have happened had the old Peach still been alive: before her heart turned cold, she wouldn't have tricked the young son of her arch-enemy into marrying her. Larry was so proud of how far she had come.

"Okay, you guys, enough – come on, let's make short work of it. I have another appointment in half an hour, and unlike some people, I'd rather not keep my clients waiting…"