"Okay, I think I'm ready!"

Peach's cheerful voice made everyone look up from their respective activities. The rest of the household had been banished to the living room to allow Peach to work her magic, where they had been waiting with varying degrees of impatience as delightful scents had begun to waft throughout the house. It had taken almost an hour for Peach to reappear, by which point most of them were almost drooling with anticipation.

The blonde stuck her head around the door, cheeks flushed from the heat of the kitchen and apron smudged with sauce, but eyes bright and relaxed in a way that they had not been lately. Rosalina and Daisy both knew that cooking was one of Peach's many talents – none of the three of them were bad at it, exactly, but Daisy preferred to make quick, convenient food and Rosalina much preferred baking to cooking. As her roommates, the two of them got to sample her food on a fairly frequent basis, and it was this fact, and the knowledge of her skill, that made them leap to their feet immediately. Diddy was quick to follow, from where he had been engaged in a conversation with Dixie and Donkey.

"Eating time? Finally! Whatever you've been cooking up in there smells amazing, Peach!" He cried, eyes eager as he led the way back to the kitchen alongside the other two girls, the rest of the house following at a slower but no less keen pace.

Rosalina sat herself down between Daisy and Yoshi, and while everyone else settled themselves somewhat snuggly around the table which was probably not meant for eleven people (Cranky had made an appearance, to the general surprise of everyone), Peach gave her large pot one final stir before beginning to dish out food onto the several plates laid out. Daisy's eyes lit up.

"Aw yes, some kind of pasta! Peach, you're too good to us," She remarked, grinning and picking up her fork as her friend placed a plate in front of her. Peach rolled her eyes, looking faintly pleased.

"It's pasta alla puttannesca, Daisy, and don't you dare start eating until everyone has their plate," She replied sternly, pointing her sauce covered spoon in her friend's face. It was Daisy's turn to roll her eyes.

"Oh, we're being traditional, are we?"

"It's not being traditional, it's being polite."

"You know, some might argue that eating your food quickly is a sign of how good it is. You should feel complimented."

"Some might argue, but I'm not one of them, so put the fork down, Sarasa."

Daisy raised her hands in mock surrender, placing the fork back onto the table. Luigi, who was sat opposite her between Donkey and Toad, shot her a somewhat amused look.

"Sarasa?" He questioned. Daisy blinked at him in surprise.

"You didn't know? That's my surname. Daisy Sarasa is my full name," She replied, pointing at herself. Rosalina's face dawned in realisation.

"Oh, we never did give our full names, did we? I guess it isn't really important, but…"

Peach hummed as she moved around the kitchen with ease, grater and block of parmesan in hand.

"Mine's Kelly, for the record. Peach Kelly," She informed, sprinkling a generous amount over Toad's plate. Luigi looked over at Rosalina curiously.

"What about you, Rosalina?" He asked politely. She smiled at him.

"Rosalina Faye is mine," She offered. Luigi hesitated for a brief second, sparing a glance at his brother who simply shrugged carelessly, before he spoke again.

"We're the Jumpman's, Mario and I. Mario and Luigi Jumpman. But uh, we don't really use our full names all that much, to be honest."

"Why not?" Peach asked somewhat hesitantly, as if worried she would offend them. Mario snorted.

"Because they're a mouthful," He replied wryly. He jabbed his thumb into his own chest, "Mario Gonzales Jumpman…"

"Luigi Carlos Jumpman," The younger brother chimed in, "But, uh, we don't really ever need to use our full names. Most people just know us by our first names. They're not exactly super common names, y'know? This looks amazing, by the way, Peach," He added, smiling somewhat awkwardly at the blonde as she finally sat down at her place at the table between Daisy and Dixie.

Peach responded in the same way.

"Thanks! I hope it tastes as good, it should do, I've made this pasta a hundred and one times at home. My b-Uh, well, that is, I got taught when I was younger," She said. Daisy smirked.

"You can say your butler taught you, Peach, it won't offend our peasant ears," She replied, grinning wider as Peach's cheeks flushed slightly darker, sheepish smile twitching onto her lips.

"You got me," She admitted, "He did, yeah. His grandma was Italian, so this right here is a genuine recipe, guys."

Dixie twirled a generous strand around her form and pulled it up to her mouth. As soon as it hit her tastebuds, her face lit up.

"Oh, wow. Why didn't you mention you could cook sooner?" She mock-scolded, elbowing Peach in a friendly way and quickly spooning another mouthful.

"Next time you visit, cooking duty is on you," Agreed Diddy, shovelling his food down at a frankly concerning pace. Donkey shook his head at his nephew.

"Don't go trying to pawn your chores off on the guests," He commanded, before he shot Peach a pleased look and added, "But if you felt like volunteering, I don't think anyone would complain."

"About time someone in this house made a decent meal," Cranky huffed, ignoring both Dixie and Diddy's loud protests at this statement, "Not bad, girly."

Peach looked a little overwhelmed at this praise, face burning as she thanked them. When it came to compliments about her looks, she could take them with ease, but any compliments about a skill of hers had her as flustered as a child. Rosalina didn't bother heaping the praise onto her friend; she could tell her later. Besides, Peach already knew that herself and Daisy loved her cooking, they nagged her to cook for them more often all the time.

"It would have been better if you could have handmade the pasta…but I'll admit, this isn't half bad, blondie," Mario grudgingly acknowledged. Peach looked as if she didn't know whether to be offended or grateful at this statement, face clearly showing her surprise at the half-compliment.

"I didn't really have the time for that, but, uh…thank you?"

Daisy looked borderline alarmed at this semi-positive interaction, looking at Rosalina with a baffled expression. Rosalina simply responded with a small shrug. Even a notorious grump can't be a grump 24/7, after all.

"That's the real Italian way," Luigi acknowledged with an almost nostalgic looking half-smile. Peach looked at him with open curiosity.

"Are you, then? Italian, I mean?" She enquired. Rosalina half expected them to shut down this line of questioning, but Luigi just looked vaguely wistful for a moment before his face cleared and he responded.

"Our parents were. They both immigrated over here, though, so we were born here," He said. Mario raised an eyebrow somewhat shrewdly.

"Weren't the names a giveaway of that one?" He asked. Rosalina's smile became faintly sheepish.

"Maybe," She admitted, "But I didn't want to assume."

"Nah, we're fully Italian. We used to have this kind of food all the time," Mario remarked, corner of his mouth twitching in what could almost have been a smile as he absently twirled another strange of pasta, speared an olive and popped it into his mouth.

"Oh, Yoshi," Rosalina sighed after sparing a glance to her left, "You have sauce all over your face."

"Do I?" The little boy replied innocently, face smeared with red. More only splattered over his cheeks as he slurped up a long noodle before offering a toothy smile back at Rosalina. She shook her head, trying not to look amused as she reached around Daisy's back to accept the tea towel that Peach was offering her before she scrubbed at a complaining Yoshi's face to remove the sauce.

"You're such a mom, Rosie," Dixie remarked, propping her head up on her hand and smiling faintly at the older blonde. Rosalina laughed as she dropped the towel back onto the table. Cranky rolled his eyes and took Yoshi's fork from him and set about showing the young boy how to properly put it onto his fork to prevent a mess. Donkey raised an eyebrow at this, and the senior man simply sent him a withering look, sniffing.

"It was gonna make me lose my dinner, watching him eat his," He said for explanation. But Rosalina didn't miss the man using his sweater sleeve to gently swipe away a small speck of sauce she had missed, and from the sudden fondness in Donkey's eyes, he hadn't either. She saw Dixie and Diddy exchange looks as well, but the conversation quickly moved on from there and it became just another background moment.

It was a lively affair overall, with conversation flowing loudly as several people frequently spoke over one another to carry conversations with other people. She learned that Luigi was fond of astronomy and stargazing, and as this was her area of study, and a vague interest of Daisy's, the three of them had managed to hold a conversation about this. This conversation was somewhat more difficult to have over the loud cheers of Mario, Dixie and Peach as Diddy tried to arm wrestle Donkey, and lost spectacularly ("It was close," Dixie could be heard assuring her boyfriend, sending a pleading look their way to keep their mouths shut). Yoshi and Toad were having an animated discussion about, naturally, dinosaurs ("I just think that t-rex's were huge, Toad, maybe bigger than the empire state building but I'm not sure") while Cranky had pulled a book out of nowhere and was seemingly attempting to ignore them all. Their dinner was followed by a plate of chocolate chip cookies that Donkey produced from the pantry ("Home-made by him," Diddy chimed, "He's more than just a pile of muscle sometimes").

Rosalina looked around them all, feeling unusually content. The atmosphere was bright and joyful, and, despite everything, was giving her a feeling of hope. Even though they were leaving here tomorrow – a fact that made her far more sad than she would have expected a week ago – smiles were on everyone's faces. Well, except for Cranky. But she was determined to change that, as she glanced at the title of the book he was reading, realised she had read it herself, and stubbornly drew him into a chat about it. Everything, she convinced herself, would be fine in the end.


Peach was still not a morning person.

She yawned and rubbed her eyes, squinting in the weak morning sun as they all stood next to the Kong's large car. She shook her head, trying to force herself to wake up a little. They were saying goodbye for now, after all.

Dixie, who was somewhat a morning person and was far too preppy for this time, had already pressed notes with her phone number into all of their hands, making them promise to call her when they could to keep her up to date. Diddy didn't seem to be entirely awake either, eyes bleary even as he wrapped them all in warm hugs and wished them luck. Donkey cuffed the two oldest boys around the ear, and spoke, ignoring their protests and moves to readjust their hats.

"Take care of these ladies, alright? You gotta keep them safe," He said gruffly, ruffling Yoshi's hair. Said kid looked up at him, eyes wide and earnest.

"I'll keep them safe too!" He swore, and he looked so genuine and eager that not even the independent "I-can-protect-myself" Daisy argued against him. Luigi and Mario both still looked slightly disgruntled, rubbing their ears ruefully, but they quickly nodded their agreement anyway, the younger brother accepting the keys flung his way with ease. Peach eyed up the house for the last time, and blinked as she spotted movement in one of the top floor windows. The gleam of glasses was visible for a moment, their owner peering down at them. When her eyes met his, he grudgingly raised a hand in farewell. She hadn't spoken much to him, but she waved back in response anyway, stepping on Rosalina's foot to allow her friend to do the same.

He retreated back behind the curtain a moment later, and the girls said their farewells to Donkey, reiterating their farewells to the younger two Kong's as well. Dixie pulled all three of them into a group hug, looking despondent.

"I was getting used to having you guys around," She said somewhat wistfully, "You'll have to come visit again. When this has all calmed down a bit. We could hang out, go to the movies or…something."

Peach felt a twinge of sympathy. Despite her very sociable, likeable nature, she supposed Dixie wouldn't have many friends. She was homeschooled, after all, and lived at this base with just Donkey, Cranky and Diddy most of the time. It must get a little lonely, especially when you're the only girl around. She hugged the younger teen again.

"We will," She promised, "We can have a total girly sleepover night, it'll be great."

Dixie's face lit up at this, and she seemed a little less sad to see them go. Nonetheless, Diddy slid an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her comfortingly to his side. She knocked her head gently against his to reassure him she was okay, reaching her hand up to lightly grasp the one around her.

The seven of them squeezed their way into the car, Luigi in the driver's seat for the first chunk of the journey and Mario riding shotgun. Daisy, who lost the frantic game of rock-paper-scissors, was in the back with Yoshi, with Rosalina, Peach and Toad squeezed snugly in the middle. Still, they all fit comfortably and legally, which was about all they could ask for. Luigi turned the keys in the ignition, and the engine roared to life. They all waved frantically to the Kong's, who returned these waves with equal vigour until they had pulled out the driveway and set off down the street.

Naturally, it turned to chaos almost immediately with six short words uttered by Yoshi.

"I gotta go to the bathroom."

The three other boys groaned loudly, and Peach had a sudden suspicion that this roadtrip was not going to be particularly peaceful. They'd managed to make Yoshi wait for half an hour before he insisted he had to go right now and they'd pulled up in front of a convenience store, Toad jogging in with Yoshi. Once they'd returned, Toad's arms laden with snacks, they set off again. The snacks had been dumped on Mario's lap for the oldest boy to distribute, and barely ten minutes had passed before Yoshi was asking for a packet of potato chips.

Mario rolled his eyes, but dutifully ripped open the multipack and extracted a single packet from its depths. He glanced at the flavour.

"Salt and vinegar?"

Yoshi wrinkled his nose, and Mario sighed, rummaging deeper in the bag to pull out another one.

"Barbeque?"

Yoshi stuck his tongue out in disgust, but Daisy chimed in, "Oh, I'll have those if he won't!"

Putting them to the side for her, he pulled out a third flavour.

"Sour cream, and if you gag, I will throw this entire pack out the car, so help me," He threatened. A bright smile split Yoshi's face.

"Sour cream is good," He chirped. Mario crammed the rest of the multipack down at his feet, before hurling the pack backwards at Yoshi, who fumbled but managed to catch it. He repeated this for Daisy, but as she was not sitting diagonally behind him, throwing them was a little more awkward, resulting in…

"Ouch!"

Peach rubbed her nose, glowering at Mario who had the decency to look slightly sheepish even as everyone else in the car burst into fits of laughter. It hadn't really hurt; she had just cried out as an automatic reaction to being pelted full force in the face by a packet of chips. The bag sat innocently in her lap, and she passed it over her head back to Daisy, still glaring at a now-snickering Mario.

"That was on purpose," She accused him. He rolled his eyes, any and all apologetic emotion wiped from his face.

"It wasn't, but I really wish it was."

From behind the wheel, Luigi raised his gaze briefly upwards, as if questioning "Why me?". Toad quickly clapped loudly.

"OKAY who wants to play I Spy! Yoshi, I bet you do!"

The little boy looked up from his snack, and nodded brightly. Luigi's face fell back down with relief at avoiding what he had certainly thought would be an argument.

Turns out they had only delayed the inevitable, though.

They had discovered pretty quickly that Yoshi was pretty atrocious at playing I Spy by the normal rules, and so they had to adjust it for him. Instead of saying "I spy something beginning with the letter…", they altered it to "I spy something the colour…" and it was easier for his young, hyperactive and not-exactly-in-the-education-system self. This worked out fine, although had worn fairly thin in the fifteen minute period of the trip were they had been driving with nothing but grassy fields on either side of them and they'd had to get creative to keep the game going.

But eventually, even this innocent game had managed to trigger a bickering match of epic proportions between the two resident drama queens.

"Red? Red?! Well no wonder none of us guessed it, Mario, because those sunglasses are obviously orange," Peach was arguing passionately, leaned forward in her seat, eyes burning.

(Luigi looked five seconds away from deliberately crashing the car.)

(Toad had purposefully gone for a nap to try and tune out the arguing and was miraculously still blissfully unaware despite being right next to Peach.)

(Daisy and Yoshi had now started preoccupying themselves by creating their own personal handshake in the backseat.)

(Rosalina was staring out the window, looking wistfully at the hills in the distance as though she wished she were miles away in them instead of in this car.)

"Orange. Orange! I didn't know you were colourblind, Peach, because that would be the only explanation for somehow thinking these red glasses were anywhere near orange!"

"Oh, okay, I'm the fashion major and yet you think I don't know anything about colours. Do you want me to pull up the colour wheel, because I will do it!"

"You don't need to pull up any wheel for me to know that you're just being a sore loser, and-"

"Okay, bathroom break! Lunch break! Any break, I just need a break, we're stopping!" Luigi stated loudly. It was the most decisive any of them had heard them be in the time they'd known the boy, and it was clear that the two and a half hours or so that they had spent on the road so far had already began to grate on his nerves.

(So much for Mario's promise to try and fight with Peach less often.)

"Lunch break? It's 10:30am," Peach pointed out, but his blue eyes were pleading when he met her gaze in his mirror and she ceased any and all objections. That face would be pretty hard to say no to; almost like denying a particularly pitiable puppy a treat.

They'd pulled off at the next exit, stopping at a modest service stop with a quant gift shop and diner. They all piled out of the car and into the shop to visit the bathroom, out of necessity more than actually needing to use it, before unanimously deciding to put the money Donkey Kong had given them to use and buy some breakfast. They hadn't eaten before leaving the Kongs', after all. They collapsed into a cramped booth. The diner had a quiet but comfortable hum of conversation in the background, several other families occupying tables as well as a few stragglers travelling solo, such as the biker clad in leather sipping a strong-looking coffee.

They ordered a few plates of pancakes to share for the table, and when the waitress had sent their somewhat strange group a mildly confused look, Mario had simply shrugged and said, "We're on our way to a family reunion."

"How often do you use that excuse?" Daisy asked bemusedly, shaking her head as she watched the waitress walk away with their order written on her pad. Mario shrugged lazily again.

"Hey, when it stops working, I'll stop using it," He replied, before glancing down at the child he was sat snuggly next to in the small booth, "Ow, Yoshi, watch the elbows, pal."

"Sorry," The little boy said without looking up, tongue poking out as he focused on his very important task. He held a crayon in his left hand and was currently occupied with colouring in the sheet that had been left on the table when they entered, clearly to entertain kids like him. It kept him relatively quiet as they all ate their breakfast contentedly. The pancakes were that special diner-type pancake, where they were somehow delicious even in their complete utter blandness.

"I can't tell if I love these pancakes or hate them," Daisy observed, staring down at her fork with a faintly perplexed frown. Luigi's lips twitched into a slight smile at her expression.

"Yeah, that's roadside diner pancakes for you," He agreed.

"Kinda crappy breakfasts are like a staple of roadtrips," Peach chimed in, nodding with a faintly nostalgic smile. Mario mock gasped.

"You mean to tell me your pretty little rich self travelled somewhere in a way other than flying business class?" He asked in exaggerated concern. Peach blinked at him with all the innocence of a demon standing on the doorstep of a church.

"First of all; you really think I'm pretty?" She asked sweetly, voice dripping with sarcasm even as Mario scoffed and rolled his eyes in response, "Secondly, it was first class, if you're going to make fun of me, at least get it right."

She paused for a second, eyes dimming somewhat.

"And…we did do normal roadtrips too. Sometimes. My little sister and I loved them. It sometimes felt like the only time we got to be a normal family, y'know? Doing things like driving ourselves, without chauffeurs or…stuff. Besides, my mom always wanted us to know what it was like to live a normal life, too."

There was silence for a beat.

"I'm feeling a little sympathy for you here, but equally it got cancelled out by the fact you can use the word 'chauffeurs' in a sentence and actually have it apply to you," Daisy commented wryly, dodging the elbow to the gut that Peach sent her way with a snicker and almost accidentally pushing Rosalina out of the booth in the process.

Once they had finished their food and left a small tip (Daisy felt her respect for Mario go up marginally when he did so), they trudged back to the car, switching up the seating arrangements. This time it was Mario's turn to drive, and Luigi's face took on a briefly thoughtful look before he announced, "Uh, I want to sit in the middle row, actually."

Everyone paused and looked at him in surprise, before Daisy somewhat uncertainly went, "Um, okay, I guess I can take the front if you-"

"No, you and Yoshi should be in the middle too, you can keep working on your handshake," He disagreed, shaking his head, "Peach, uh, you should take the front."

Several pairs of eyes turned to him in alarm, and Toad quickly hissed at him, "What are you doing?" to which Luigi just whispered back, "Trust me, I want them to learn to get along."

In the end, regardless of any and all complaints or groans, Peach did end up riding shotgun. She actually did feel a spike of joy at being able to stretch her legs somewhat (she pointedly ignored the way she saw Mario's eyes flicker over her currently bare legs as she did so before refocusing on the road ahead), but she wasn't sure it was worth it when it turned out she would have to play the role of navigator, as well. She didn't know if Luigi thought that by having her have to help Mario out, it would force them to cooperate and get along or something, but she wasn't sure that was the case. Like it or not, though, when they were four hours down in the seven hour journey, Luigi had passed a map into her hands, pointed out where they currently were and where they had to get to, and left their fate in her hands.

Now, Peach would readily admit that she was something of a technology addict. Her phone and social media presence were both highly important to her – in fact being without it these past few days felt rather like being without a limb – and she was reliant on technology as a whole in virtually all aspects of her life, from alarm clocks, to coffee, to cleaning the floors; everything. She hated to admit it, but she had struggled to adjust to a more manual life in the past two weeks, not for the first time somewhat cursing the way her upbringing had made her so co-dependent on electronic assistance.

All of this was basically a roundabout way for saying that she hadn't the slightest idea how to follow the map without a GPS. But she would be damned if she admitted this weakness in front of Mario, so she grit her teeth and she decided that she would get them to Pennsylvania if it killed her.

Behind her, Rosalina and Toad could be vaguely heard chatting in the back about their siblings – Toad had a twin sister who they would meet later today, as it turned out. In the middle row, with Yoshi in the middle seat, was the young boy in question, along with Daisy and Luigi. Yoshi was currently slumped to the side and leaning heavily on Daisy whilst snoring openly, sound asleep in a nap. Daisy had joined him in this slumber, offering no protests to being the temporary pillow of the little boy, her head leaning against the window and breath even as she slept. Luigi had shot this scene a vaguely fond smile before turning his attention out the window, head propped up on one hand whilst the other absently drummed on his thigh to the song lazily drifting out the radio.

It made for an oddly peaceful portrait, and Peach forced herself to ensure things with her and Mario stayed civil so as to not destroy this. He seemed to agree, for he, with some reluctance, thanked her every time she quietly handed over a direction. Eventually, though, after a further hour, where he had seemed to grow somewhat more tired even as his crankiness faded in the quiet now-afternoon air, his thanks became marginally more sincere. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, silence had fallen from the back row as Toad and Rosalina joined the other two in dream world. A slight pang of envy shot through Peach as she stifled a yawn, but she continued to direct without complaint.

Mario stifled his own yawn behind a hand before readjusting his grip on the wheel. He had been driving now for nearly three and a half hours, but he still glanced back at the slumbering group behind him and quietly said, "I think we should just keep going straight there if everyone stays out of it like this."

Peach wondered for a moment if he was talking to her, but then Luigi had turned his head, revealing that he also was not asleep and had just had his face away from her as he watched the scenery pass.

"That might be a good idea," He conceded softly, "But are you okay doing that? It's still another four or so hours without traffic-"

"I'll be fine," Mario interjected firmly but still quietly, "I've done drives nearly double this before. You can catch some shuteye too, if you want, Weeg."

It was oddly…considerate of him. Not only keeping quiet so as to not wake any of the teens and preteens, but also toughing out the long drive so that they could rest for as long as possible. And shouldering it so that his brother didn't have to.

It was obvious that Mario loved the hell out of his brother. He might not say it, or even really show it, but looking between the lines, it was clear as day. Luigi could always mediate when Mario and herself got into fights, after all, and was the only one Mario seemed to always listen to. He was also the one that Mario spoke to most often, and he seemed to bring out a more emotional side in Mario, one that came with brotherly teasing and affection. It served to remind Peach that, their current vague animosity aside (they would get over it once he got over himself and apologised for treating her so helplessly, she was sure), she had no doubt that Mario was, in fact, a good person.

His younger brother shook his head.

"No, I'm not tired. I can take the map for a bit if you want to rest, Peach?" He offered the blonde, understanding shining in his eyes as Peach smothered another yawn. And she hesitated, almost taking him up on that offer, but…

For some reason, her eyes landed again on Mario. He would be the one driving for around six straight hours. If he could do that…she could look at a stupid map. She didn't know if it was some strange sense of pity for him, or just a stubborn desire to prove to him that she was not weak, that she could do this one chore that they had asked her to do. If she got them to Pennsylvania accurately, then surely, SURELY, he would have to acknowledge her contribution and accept her.

She shouldn't have cared so much about proving herself to him. But she did. Besides, giving directions to him was helping keep their conversation civil, if not quite friendly, and was the best they had gotten along all week.

She still hated him a little, though.

(She still had to force down a small surge of smug pleasure when a faint look of approval crossed his face when she denied Luigi's assistance, though.

That could be her little secret.)


Sorry this took so long! Essay season hit hard, and I've been caught up in the hurricane that is Supernatural once again.

This was a pretty dialogue heavy, low on plot, chapter, and I'm sorry about that and sorry if it disappointed, but I've been in a kind of low spot lately (lockdown is really finally starting to take its toll on me I'm afraid) and it might reflect in my writing. Apologies if it does!
Next one up will detail them arriving at Toad's, learning a little more about our favourite little mushroom's history with the brothers, and finally, FINALLY, Mario will start to get over himself and treat Peach like an actual person.

OH and if anyone is curious about the names:
Daisy Sarasa – Daisy's kingdom in the Mario series is known as Sarasaland.
Peach Kelly – Kelly is the surname of the voice actress for Peach in virtually all recent games, Samantha Kelly (I thought having it be Toadstool would be a bit on the nose)
Rosalina Faye – One of her voice actors is Laura Faye Smith, and I just thought it sounded like the sort of chilled, peaceful sounding name that suited her.
Mario Gonzales Jumpman – Jumpman, their surname, comes from Mario's original name in the very earliest games (Apparently their canonical surname is Mario, but I refuse to make them Mario Mario and Luigi Mario). Gonzales is what his creator joked his middle name would be, I believe.
Luigi Carlos Jumpman – Carlos is sometimes considered the Italian version of Charles, and the man who voices both Luigi and Mario is Charles Martinet.
But their full names won't really crop up all that often. I just dropped them in as fun little titbits. Feel free to ignore them.