Wooooh! Chapter six! I apologize for any mistakes or misspells such as a mix up of the words "do" and "so", I promise I don't do it that often, and I'll try to avoid doing it again! Also, just a quick shout out to my friend who found my account and is now reading my shit. Congratulations for gaining my trust!

Anyways, back to it!

The next morning consisted of Samus walked down the hallway with a spring in her step. She was headed for breakfast.

But she wouldn't be eating alone.

As she pranced into the cafeteria, she spotted the Captain she had been looking for. He was seated with Link, Peach, Pit, and Fox. She sat down next to him.

She hoped he remembered their conversation from the night before.

It's gotta be a low-key relationship. Which means that Falcon can't go blowing our cover by acting all lovey-dovey an' shit.

He didn't. Which only led Samus to the realization that Falcon wasn't a very 'lovey-dovey' person. Even more reason to like him.

"Hey, Sam! How'd you sleep?" Peach asked in her normal annoying voice.

"Fine." Samus relied, stretching and yawning, "I could always go for some more though."

"Hey, guys! Wanna practice training together this afternoon?" Pit asked them before shoving a piece of toast into his mouth.

"Sure. You guys free?" Link said, lowing his glass of orange juice that he had been drinking beforehand.

"I am. How bout you, Sam?" Falcon scooted her a cup of coffee he had obviously been saving for her.

She grasp it, staring into the dark, syrupy content. "Fine. But only if we do it in the gym. It's hot as hell outside."

She was right. The sun was boiling down on the fighters skin as they ran for the disconnected gym.

"So! What should we do first?" Pit asked, rubbing his sizzling skin once they were inside.

"Let's start out with uh... squats!" Samus replied. She was used to her own exercising arrangement, but she could bare to switch it up for the others. (Mainly because her's was pretty brutal for beginners like Pit).

During their squat session, Peach scooted to the back after claiming that her 'booty shorts were far too revealing and she didn't want to Flash anyone', but then Samus pointed out that she should never wear 'booty shorts' during a work out, because stuff like wedgies and ride-ups existed. And then this statement led to a giggling heap of Pit, rolling around on the floor.

Samus actually found that she was enjoying herself. While the other Smashers knew her as the quiet, intense bounty huntress, her close friends knew her as an exercise expert, a great tag participant, and a coffee and shower addict.

It was nice not being alone all the time.

After two or three hours of different training methods, Pit declared that he was hungry and Link agreed wholeheartedly.

They all made their way inside. Peach decided to make them all salads in the kitchen so they followed behind her.

The kitchen was mostly made of a metallic material, with a large island in the middle. There were at least eight or nine stoves that lined the walls here and there, separated from each other by short counter space, which was where Peach had decided to whip up her refreshing salad.

The others sat at a smaller table set off to the side of the kitchen.

"I would die for iceberg lettuce." Link stated, crunching down on a thick, crisp piece of the vegetation.

"I would die for tomatoes." Pit mused, observing one that was pierced through his fork.

"I hate tomatoes." Samus said, rolling one to the side of her plate.

"Oo, let me have them!" Pit dragged her discarded tomatoes onto his plate.

"I hope you all enjoy your food!" Peach said, sitting down beside them at the table.

Snake wondered into the kitchen, staring at the bowl of vegetables on the counter.

"Awh. No meat? I'm not a huge fan of salad." He grumbled.

"Well I'm not a huge fan of you, either. And you don't see me complainin!" Peach huffed.

Snake gave her a confused look, and then existed the kitchen.

"Damn, peach." Samus said. She was impressed.

"Yeah, what did Snake do to you?" Falcon commented, shoving a huge chunk of the lettuce into his mouth.

"Nothing. I just think that people need to start appreciated me and what I do for this mansion!"

Pit then dropped his fork, bowing his head down to the Princess. "Thank you for the salad, Ms. Peach!"

She laughed. It was contagious.

This was one of my of my favorite chapters... ever... it just gives off such a pleasant vibe, so I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Especially you, anonymous friend of mine.