King Harkinian was busy helping Peach's father set up for the beginning-of -the-tournament party.

"You know, I think that I want Hyrule to host the tournament some time," Zelda's father stated. "But I bet it's a lot of work, isn't it?" "Yes," answered the king of Mushroom Kingdom. "So much organizing to do and stuff. And yet, it's been a lot of fun, and I was really looking forward to it. I mean I know we've only just started, but I'm going to be quite sad when it's all over." He placed a white table cloth over one of the tables. "I don't think there are going to be many of the guys attending this thing with dates though," said King Harkinian, putting a bouqet of flowers onto a table. "There are so many more of them than the girls. Falco, thank goodness, willingly volunteered to be a DJ." He hesitated. "Do you know if Peach is going with anyone yet?" "Oh, she is," answered King Toadstool. "Mario. Her gallant plumber." King Harkinian laughed. "I wonder who my Zellie will be with?" Peach's dad shrugged. "Probably Marth. She went with him to Misty's party last year." "But didn't she go to Brock's beginning-of-the-tournament part last year with Link?" King Toadstool asked. "Well yes, but that's because she didn't really know anyone else. I mean there was Gannondorf, but who knew if he was trustworthy or not then?" "I suppose you're right."

In the kitchen, Zelda and Peach were putting an apron and a chef hat the sulking Mewtwo. "Why on earth are you forcing me to put on these stupid clothes?!" he demanded. "I'm only here to translate for Jigglypuff!" "Jiggly, jig-puffy puff!" his fellow pokemon said with glee. Mewtwo glared at her. "I do not look cute!" Zelda laughed, as she filled a bowl with steaming water. "I think she's right, Mewtwo. You always have such an annoyed and serious mood, it's cute to see you dressed up like this." "Don't I have a right to be annoyed all the time?" Mewtwo asked, getting a bottle of rosemary for Jigglypuff. "I'm forced to translate for five smashers all the time! Jigglypuff, Marth, Roy, Pikachu and Pichu! Geez!" He started to help Peach mix up a batter. "That reminds me," said Zelda, turning to Samus. "What did Marth say to you about tonight?" "What? Oh yeah, he said that he'd be perfectly willing to go with me. So I guess I've escaped another social event with Falcon. Actually, to be truthful, I'm kind of excited." "So am I. Hand me those eggs, will you?" Samus gave them to Zelda. Being a major feminist, she refused to cook along with the other girls. Zel was something of a tomboy herself, but still loved baking things. "You know, I feel bad for Popo," Nana declared. "If I wasn't his sister, I'd go with him. But I am, so I'm going with Ness instead." "Poor Popo," said Summer. Samus rolled her eyes underneath her helmet. " Say Zel, didn't you go to Misty's party with Marth last year?" "Yes," said the Hylian princess, throwing away her eggshells. "Why?" "Because you went with Link to Brock's." "Well I went with Link to that party, because he was the only one I knew, and the only one I'd feel comfortable going with," Zelda explained. "But this year, I'm going with him because-" She spun across the room to the cabinet."I want to." "How romantic," Samus said sarcastically, rolling her eyes again. Then, they widened. "Holy hunter's heads!! What in Brinstar is that?!" "What, this?" Nana asked, looking at the contents of her bowl. "It's shrimp head salad." "Ugh," said Zelda. "Sea food and I don't get along. And who ever heard of eating shrimp heads? In salad, of all things?!" "A lot of people like shrimp heads," Nana defended in a haughty manner. "And some like it in salad. Is that my fault? No one's making you eat it." She stuck out her tongue. "Besides, what are you making?" "Linguini. By request." Zelda turned around, and saw to her surprise, that her father and King Toadstool were right behind her. "Oh! Hi dad, hello King Toadstool. What're you guys doing here? I thought you were setting up." "We're done," Zel's father answered. "The party is due to start in a couple hours. We figured that we ought to let you girls get ready. We'll finish cooking." "You know how to cook?" Peach and Zelda asked simultaneously. "Of course," King Toadstool answered, offended. "IRON CHEF!!" the two Kings shouted, raising their arms, and kicking at the air. "Um.okaayyyyy then.." "Well, see ya soon, dad!" said Zelda, skipping out of the room. "Bye, Uncle Harkinian!" shouted Summer, following her cousin.

Link, in the mean time, had been showering. He was staring at his mirror, wondering what to do with his hair. Should it be slicked back, or should some of it be hanging in his eyes?
"Urgh!" He threw his comb against the door, which someone knocked at. "Uh, who is it?" he asked, quickly putting on a shirt.
"It's-a me, Luigi!"
Link opened the door, and his friend sauntered in. "Hi-a, Link. I was- a wondering if I could-a borrow your bar of-a soap? Mario has-a used up all- a of ours, and I haven't-a had the chance to-a shower yet."
"Sure, Luigi." Link walked into his bathroom, and returned with the soap. "You can keep it. I'll get another one later."
"Thanks-a, Link. Good-a bye."
"Wait a second!" Link shouted. Luigi turned. "What do you think I should do with my hair?" Luigi stared at him, and he sighed. "I don't know how I should have it!"
"Why-a do you care-a so much?" Luigi asked him. "You never-a worry about-a your hair!"
"I know, but I'm trying to look good!"
"Listen, if-a I know-a Zelda like I think-a I do, she won't-a care at all." Luigi started to walk out the door.
"But that still doesn't answer my question!"
"Flip a coin-a."
Link ended up parting his hair, and having some of it hang in his eyes (we thank you, Abraham Lincoln).