Man in Black Suit: I have a notice here for Kuroi Tenshi – Dark Angel.
KT – DA: That's me!
MIBS: /Hands her an official-looking document/ This gives you the rights and full ownership of one Marth, from Super Smash Brothers and Fire Emblem.
KT – DA: OO; WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MIBS: /leaves/
KT – DA: Pinch me now! I must be dreaming!
Roy: /pinches her/
POOF
KT – DA: /wakes up, is drooling on keyboard/ NO! I didn't mean to REALLY pinch me!!!!!!
Link: Was it the dream with the Man in Black Suit again?
KT – DA: Yes!!!! /sobs/
Marth: It's okay, milady. Here, I'll let you hug me today.
KT – DA: Really? Okay! /clamps onto his arm/ Roy, do the stuff.
Roy: /sighs/ uh-huh. Kuroi Tenshi – Dark Angel does not own SSBM or any of it's characters. She does own Sarah Holly, and if you want to use her in your stories, you gotta ask for permission.
KT – DA: /snuggles Marth/ That was great, Roy. Marth, you do the request today.
Marth: Okay. Milady, Kuroi Tenshi – Dark Angel, loves to get reviews. It lets her know how she's doing. So please, when you finish reading the chapter, click the handy little review button down there.
KT – DA: Link, you do the new thing, you know the one we talked about in th meeting this morning.
Link: Yeah. All of us here would like to say thank you to SuperSmashGirl and YuffieGirl7 for your wonderful reviews.
KT – DA: Now, the next chapter of Getting Over Our Troubles!
Getting Over Our Troubles – The Scent of Baking Cookies
Sarah Holly stepped into the large kitchen of Smash Mansion and felt that this was clearly a capable kitchen, worthy only of a master chef. Apparently, the resident cook hadn't felt like doing lunch today, and had only set out a tray of sandwiches for the Smashers to choose from.
A quick look around the spacious kitchen showed her that she was alone. She smiled, preferring to be alone when she cooked for the first time in a strange kitchen.
It was truly an amazing kitchen. There were four large ovens, each one with a stove top. Cabinets lined every wall, hanging above the counters and opening underneath them. A rack of utensils swung from the ceiling of to the side of the ovens. The only thing Sarah didn't like about the place was that nothing was where it should be. All the equipment was stored haphazardly and sloppily in the cabinets. She would have to organize things a bit before she could get to the baking she was planning.
Sarah did just that. It took her about half an hour to organize things in a semi-usable fashion. It wasn't anywhere near perfect, but it would do for now. She pulled out the things she needed for baking and got started.
In the common room, three children were playing tag, hoping they wouldn't get caught by one of the adults. Suddenly, Young Link stopped running from Pichu and sniffed the air. Pichu ran into Young Link before asking what he was doing, and Nana walked over to see what had stopped their game.
"In the kitchen. Someone's making cookies! And some other things, too, if I'm not mistaken," Young Link said, a childish look of delight appearing on his face. The three children rushed off to the kitchen at once.
Sarah was just pulling her first batch of cookies out of the first oven when she heard the children screech to a halt somewhere behind her. Putting the cookie tray down, she turned around.
Nana spoke up, pointing at Sarah. "You're the new girl, right?"
"Yes, I'm new," Sarah said, brushing her sweaty hair out of her eyes.
Young Link couldn't wait any longer. "Can we help you with the cookies?"
Sarah laughed again. "As a matter of fact, you can. See these bowls?" She held up the mixing bowls she'd used for her cookie dough, and the children nodded. "They need cleaning, but I can't stand to waste perfectly good cookie dough. Why don't you take care of it while I finish up my second batch?"
The children grinned and took the bowls. "We can do that!" Pichu cried.
"Would you like spoons, or are you content to use your fingers?" Sarah called over her shoulder as she put the next tray into the oven. Nana said that she'd like a spoon, but the others didn't need them.
So they worked on, Nana happy with her spoon. Sarah watched them until another of her buzzers went off, and she went to check on her other creations. She was making not only cookies, but two large chocolate cakes, two pies (one cherry, one blueberry) and a pan of brownies. She was a wizard in the kitchen, her ability to multi-task brought into all its glory when she was baking.
While Sarah waited for her cakes to cool off, she prepared her icing. Roy, Link, Zelda and Peach came in at that moment.
"Wow!" Was all Peach could say.
Roy looked at Sarah like he'd found his dream girl. "You can bake?"
Link and Zelda Simply sat on stools by the counter.
Sarah failed to conceal her smile as she began icing the nearest cake. She had just finished when two buzzers went off at the same time. She pulled out her pies and brownies, letting them sit on the stove tops while she finished her cakes. The others watched her in silent wonder as she put her leftover icing in a plastic bag and cut the tip off. She started squeezing the bag over the cakes, but they couldn't see what she was doing exactly.
When she stepped away, they could see that the cakes had decorative lines of icing around the edges, and a small lump of the stuff in what would be the middle of each piece. Her audience 'ooh-ed' and 'aah-ed'. Pichu tugged on Sarah's apron with her messy paws to tell her that they were done with the bowls.
Roy offered to help Sarah wash all the dishes, an offer she accepted immediately. She set him drying everything while she washed. She flinched every time their hands accidentally met, but she managed to disguise it as shaking water and soap suds off.
"Everyone who's done with their lunch is asking if they get to have dessert now," Zelda announced.
Sarah smiled. "No. They have to wait until after dinner. It's not all ready to eat yet. The pies aren't done cooling." Zelda went back out to inform the other Smashers.
The children washed their hands and grabbed their own sandwiches from the tray, but they didn't join their friends at the table. Instead, they stayed in the kitchen. The older teens did the same.
"When I was little, I would watch my mother cooking and baking, and I always pestered her to teach me. She did, and when she taught me every recipe she knew, she sent me to a special culinary arts school. I was the youngest student there, but I was close to the top in my class," Sarah told her friends.
"That's fascinating, Milady," said a voice from the door. Everyone turned to look in surprise.
"Marth!" Roy cried, jumping up in anger. "Where have you been all this time?" Zelda and Peach joined him. Sarah simply smiled shyly at the blue-haired boy, remembering the library. She wondered how chivalrous he would be to her now, with people around and seeing her working in the kitchen. She turned back to her lunch.
Marth, meanwhile, was apologizing for his extended absence. He slid past the crowd of annoyed teenagers and grabbed a sandwich from the tray. He moved to stand next to Sarah's seat.
"Do you mind if I sit here, Milady?" he asked.
Sarah blushed a little and told him she didn't. She looked at him as he sat down, noting the same sad look in his eyes as before. The others sat back in their spots again, over their anger at Marth.
Peach noticed Sarah's blush. "Don't be flattered by his manners, Sarah. He calls every woman 'milady.' It's what comes of being a prince."
Sarah looked at Marth, surprised. He was a prince? He had failed to mention it, but it made perfect sense. After all, wasn't he wearing a crown?
Marth looked perturbed. "Ex-prince, Milady Peach. I don't rule Altea anymore. Besides, what's wrong with being polite? People tend to like you better if you are."
"Why aren't you a prince anymore?" Sarah asked quietly.
Marth's eyes darkened. "My country was destroyed. There were hardly any survivors." Sarah regretted asking, and quickly tried to change the subject.
"Well, I think you're still princely enough. I've got to go set out the desserts for later," she said.
She caught Marth's grateful smile before she turned her back on the group. She wondered if this was what he was so dejected about. He clearly didn't like talking about it, but it looked like the others had pressured him for information. She knew how awful that felt, having people make you talk about your worst experiences again and again as if they were entertainment.
She pushed her unpleasant memories from her, trying in vain not to flinch at them. Looking back over her shoulder at her new friends, she wondered if they would do the same to her as her friends from school had right after the incident. She could only hope they wouldn't. For some reason, as Marth caught her eye again and smiled reassuringly at her, she felt that he, at least, wouldn't.
KT – DA: So? So, so, so? Tell me what you think!
Marth: Please...review....she won't let go.....until you do
Roy: When is Sarah gonna bake cookies for us again? And do I get to lick the bowl next time?
Link: Roy, Sarah's never going to bake just for you. Get over it and find one of your fangirls.
Marth: I can't.....feel my....arm.....aahg....
KT –DA: Please review!!!!!