Hand's statement was released as planned over the weekend, and Fox got an answer as to what Kaitlin was assisting with. She had an article that came out almost immediately following the posting of the statement which made Fox assume she wrote it in advance. This meant that while all the other writers were scrambling to put together their own analysis of the statement during weekend off hours, Kaitlin got a hundred percent of the online chatter directed towards hers, which was significantly nicer than some of the articles that came out later. A win-win situation.

Of course, this also meant that the blinds were completely off for the remaining champions that something was wrong. There was a nervous air around the complex throughout the weekend, but since that's when most of their fights were, no one could spend much time fretting about it. It wasn't until Monday that Hand authorized Zelda to hold a meeting with everyone in the dining room.

Since this wasn't a formal arrangement, the dining room looked like everyone was hanging out at a social club rather than a proper event. People were grouped in their social cliques with some sitting on tables, windowsills, and scattered amongst the entire room.

Zelda stood up front where Hand would usually appear when making an announcement. She had a few written notes with her and was accompanied by Marth.

"Alright, everyone. Well, as you've probably figured out, the company has been running into some problems."

"Oh really?" blurted the yellow-clad Wario. Zelda gave him an annoyed side-eye.

"But as you also now know, we've been on top of it for some time. There's no reason to panic right now."

"Right now?" Wario couldn't seem to keep his sarcasm in check, and now half the room was mumbling. Zelda sighed tremendously. She had expected a few bumps in this delivery, but two sentences in she was already losing them.

"Yes. We're fine right now," she said forcefully. The mumbling died down. "If you want to make sure it stays that way, you should listen to what I'm about to tell you."

She gave them a rundown of the problems facing the company. The steady decline in viewership, growing apathy of the fans, and the ensuing financial problems as a result. She kept the terms as simple as possible so that everyone could understand.

"Basically, we need to make some changes, and soon. If we don't figure something out by winter, then we will be in trouble," she concluded. Before the mumbling could come back, she went on with "So! We need ideas, and we all need to help contribute to them. Divvy yourselves into groups, I don't care what size or if they're equal numbers and start coming up with ideas. Whatever you think is the best idea from your group, send it up to me and we'll all decide on which ones we should do. Then I'll take them to Hand, and he'll decide which and how many are feasible."

Everyone shuffled around the dining room into various pockets of champions and began discussing their thoughts on what they could do to turn things around. Fox noticed, however, that the conversations were frequently veering off topic to talk about what they thought was going to happen if they didn't succeed.

"Well, this is going well," said Zelda, sitting down with Fox, Link, and Leaf. Link had been casually twirling a spoon that had been on a dinner table nearby. Leaf was no longer radioactive with frustration anymore, but the beaming look in her eyes was long gone. Lucina was at another table with Palutena and Rosalina and was making sure not to look in Fox's direction. He shook his head. He couldn't be bothered with that right now.

"You can't expect much else," said Link. "It's a bit of a bombshell to be dropping on them. Just a few weeks ago we thought we were all locked in for the next several years. Now the whole system could be crashing down."

Zelda tilted her head at Link. "You're not afraid at all about this, are you?"

"Course I am! But the best thing I can do right now is give ideas. There's no point in having a panic attack over it."

"Hm." Zelda tapped her lips with her finger and looked around. "Maybe we should split up, have each of us join one of the other groups to make sure they are focusing on ideas instead of nerves."

"Good idea," said Fox, getting up and walking in the opposite direction from Lucina.

At the end of the brainstorming session, each group sent a representative to tell Zelda their best idea, which she wrote down in big letters on pieces of paper and then taped them onto the wall behind her. All things considered, most weren't bad suggestions.

"Change the arena layout," Zelda read off one to the room. After some agreeable murmurs travelled the room, she turned around and asked, "Are we even able to do that? That stage has been the same since the beginning."

"Sounds-a like a question for-a Hand," piped Mario. Zelda shrugged and copied the idea onto a little notebook she had brought with her.

She read a few more, most of which were decent ideas, but lacked any intriguing punch.

"City appearances?" She spun around looking for clarification.

"In person events in the city," called out Captain from the party group. "Go there, hang out with people, sign a few items maybe." Zelda conceded this wasn't a bad idea and wrote it down.

A few minutes later, she had recorded all the best viable ideas from the wall into her notebook. She snapped it shut and turned to everyone. "We're going to do this at the beginning of every week, so keep thinking of ideas. It's going to take continuous effort to pull this off, but we'll be fine so long as we keep at it."

Fox returned to his original table to grab his things amid the crowd making its way out the dining room. On the way he bumped into Leaf, who clearly was going to do more training. There were also some newly formed shadows under her eyes.

"Hey," he said, grabbing her arm.

"What?" she grumbled.

"Don't drive yourself into a hole by overworking."

Leaf's eyes flashed in the direction of Zelda and her notebook leaving the room towards Hand's office. "Not all of us have that luxury." She pulled her arm out of his grip. Fox gave a defeated sigh and watched her flick her hair around, march out of the dining room, and make a turn towards the training grounds.

"Well, Bowser, you happy?" he muttered to himself. "I helped a newbie, for whatever good it did." Speaking of the monstrous lizard, he saw him make the same turn out the dining room, presumably to follow Leaf to the training grounds. His expression was as unreadable as ever.

Fox looked at the spot where they both had vanished to the grounds from, thinking. Leaf had a far more hostile attitude since her loss. She became more distant towards even Lucina and Zelda, and the starstruck aura about her had vanished. Yet, she was even more diligent about meeting up with Bowser. She was spending as much time with him as he could accommodate, and when he wasn't available, she was repeating his workouts and tactics on her own. It looked like Bowser was the only person she even remotely considered worth interacting with.

As he and Link left to do some light training of their own on the grounds, Link was talking blandly about what he thought of the ideas they had sent up to Hand with Zelda, but Fox's mind was still focused on trying to figure out Bowser and Leaf's relationship. A giant lizard training a small human girl aside, something about it didn't make sense to him. How was Bowser able to keep Leaf's focus?

"Hey, I'm gonna be right back," he told Link once they had reached their spot.

"Alright, it's probably going to take ages for me to warm up anyway," said Link. "It's not exactly warm today…"

Fox marched past Captain's daily jumping attempts and into the gym. There he found Bowser and Ganon chatting while Leaf stretched out on a mat next to them.

"…and I'm just not sure why he was with her there…hello?" Bowser raised an eyebrow down at Fox.

"I need your help." Fox hoped just coming out and saying it would lead to a faster response. Still, Bowser's one raised eyebrow was joined by the other. Ganon folded his arms with an amused look.

"What would one of the Big Eights need help with?" he replied.

"Oh, come off that," said Fox, exasperated. Bowser always had the slightest bit of disdain for what he considered the Big Eight's gifted privilege to be the leaders of the champions, but most people knew it was because Mario was the de facto leader of them all. "We're just as mortal as the rest of you, maybe even more so," he added with a glance and Ganon, "and Zelda has been doing more management recently than any of us."

"More like the Big Nine," Ganon grumbled. Fox ignored him.

"What do you want?"

"Lucina hasn't been willing to do any training since we lost to Mario and Roy, and the only times I've managed to get her out onto the grounds she treats it like it's causing her agony to be anywhere near me and sabotages the whole thing."

"It's because you ticked her off," Leaf threw from the ground.

"Yeah, I got that part, newbie," Fox sniped back.

"Okay, settle down, you crybabies," said Bowser. Leaf had shot Fox an irritated look out of the corner of her eye at his use of the word "newbie". "Why do you want my help in sorting out your drama? Aren't you supposed to be above all that?"

"It doesn't matter what I do if my partner doesn't want to help. I can't force her to do everything."

"Ever tried to look at things from her perspective?"

"How am I supposed to do that if she doesn't convey anything to me except being annoyed?"

"I don't know. That's your job as a veteran. Let me know if you can't figure it out, though. It'll make for an easy bet next time you two fight."

Fox shook his head and made for the exit. He heard Bowser bark something at Leaf and he looked back to see Leaf hop onto a bench and start doing some reps with Bowser shouting at her whenever she began to slow down. Fox had a feeling that doing the same to Lucina wouldn't return the same result.

Kaitlin glanced down at her watch. She wasn't one that would be kept waiting. If she had to sit around for a few more minutes she was going to pack up and leave. She wouldn't have even considered this meetup except the request had seemed so nebulous.

"Apologies for the delay. Busy work, I'm sure you can relate."

Kaitlin's eyes narrowed at the reporter from Laurissa who had just taken a seat next to her at the bar. "Of course," she replied. Of course, she knew him not being punctual was a power play attempt to make himself look more important and that her time wasn't all that special. She didn't buy it. She knew her status amongst the journalists on this planet.

"How do you interpret the news around the competition?" he asked after ordering a drink.

"Reactionary," Kaitlin said simply, twirling hers.

"Too quick to judge for your liking?"

"It's not a matter of me liking it. People writing based on speculation rather than sources shouldn't be writing for major publications at all."

He grimaced a little and leaned back in the chair some. "Are you accusing me of that?"

Kaitlin's eyes flashed at him. "You don't have any evidence for some of the stuff you wrote about. Half the champions cut by mid-autumn? It sounds amateurish."

"When did journalists have to publicly state their sources?"

Kaitlin looked at him disbelievingly. "Are you just here to gloat about your connections?"

"I'm here to offer some of them, or are you telling me that Corneria is content with being a step behind?" He took his drink and sipped it while giving Kaitlin time to respond.

Kaitlin smacked her drink against the table. "You were two whole days behind writing anything about the statement put out by Hand over the weekend in case you forgot. I was prepared the instant it came out."

"A minor misstep in the grand scheme of this story. I didn't imagine that statement was going to be of any interest. There were some interesting choices of words that weren't typical of Hand's style."

"You knew there was going to be a statement over the weekend?"

He shrugged, "Of course I did, although I was impressed with how well timed your article was given the uniqueness of the statement."

"Looks like you're not the only one with solid sources," she said.

He put up his hands. "I'm not here to debate whose sources are better. I'm just offering an olive branch with some of mine. Now that I know you have some strong connections of your own, we could trade information?"

Kaitlin wasn't convinced. "I have no guarantee that your sources are as valuable as mine," she retorted.

"Oh, I see." His voice had gone icy. "Well, in that case, allow my work to prove their worth. Keep in mind, for every article I write, my price will go up. My name is Adam, by the way." He handed her his business card, paid the bartender, and headed out into the night.

"Open or close, ma'am?" the bartender asked.

"Open," she sighed, tossing the business card to the side. She didn't need it to know who he was when his name was written on every Laurissa article she read.

She knew she had an ultimate connection in Hand when it came to anything related to what the competition was going to do. That was an invaluable source that she didn't plan to share any time soon, regardless of what Adam claimed to have. Still, the aggressive posturing by Laurissa had made her uncomfortable. They were too big of an organization to risk their reputation on some poorly researched reporting, and she wasn't the only one to have noticed. The articles they were coming out with made her own boss start to question if she was missing anything. Thankfully, her well-timed reaction to Hand's statement had made them the go-to source for this story, something that should benefit them for some time.

But if he wasn't hyperbolizing, and she seriously doubted that he was that dumb, then that meant he had a connection she wasn't aware of. None of her sources spoke about cutting the champions roster in half by mid-autumn. Like Adam said, the worth of this hidden source would have a chance to prove itself over the next few months. Kaitlin wasn't going to wait around for that to happen, though. If someone was out there leaking information that she didn't have access to yet, she wanted to know, and she wasn't about to go making a deal with Adam to get it.

Fox kicked back on top of the high ropes course; his body suspended by a series of rings. For the first time in months, he had worn his hoodie to training. The days were getting cooler, especially in the morning. Until he worked up a sweat, even his fur wasn't going to prevent him from feeling a little chilly, and without that heat, he had to spend more time warming up.

He and Lucina had another match the next week, but he had already given up on trying to work something out with her. They were facing off against Simon and Lucas. Lucas had a decent amount of experience and could be considered part of the upper-middle pack of champions, but Simon was a complete newcomer with only a few matches under his belt. Even after watching him thrash Leaf, he was confident that he could single-handedly take them both on. Cooperating with Lucina wasn't going to be a requirement.

Still, he would like to eventually figure out how to get through to her. It wasn't like he was trying to be mean. The truth was that bringing her in as backup rather than trying to finish the fight himself was a mistake. Despite Lucina's competency, she had far less experience than him, and there was no way for him to magically grant her that. If she wanted to win, she shouldn't have any problem acknowledging that he was the stronger fighter and would be the foundation for their success. He had no problem in letting her help, but even if he wanted her to be better, and he certainly did right now so that she would stop being so defeatist and sabotaging him during practice, there was no way he could make that happen.

"I know you told me to not drive myself into a hole, but isn't this a bit too lazy?"

Fox rolled around in the rings and looked down through the high-ropes obstacles. Leaf was staring up at him from the entrance to the course. The starstruck gaze still hadn't returned to her eyes, but at least she only looked mildly disappointed rather than vengeful.

"Am I being lazy?" Fox called back.

"What do you call what you're doing right now?"

Fox glanced around. "Suspending on three rings from the height of a four-story building."

"It doesn't look like it's working you out too much."

"Well, let's see you do it."

Leaf briefly gave him an incredulous look. Some of the obstacles higher up were extreme, built for freak athletes like Samus, Steve, October, and himself. Expecting her to get even remotely close to him was laughable. Yet, after scowling, Leaf proceeded to enter the course.

Fox lazily swung back and forth on his rings as he watched Leaf inch her way through the course. The first-floor obstacles didn't give her too much trouble. She was plenty fit enough to work her way through those. On the second floor, she began to slow down, but Fox noticed that Bowser's physical training was beginning to show some results. There were a couple of moments where Leaf almost didn't make a jump, or just barely pulled herself over a ledge, where he was certain she would have failed without Bowser's conditioning. In no time her body heat had overtaken the morning air and she was sweating.

To his surprise, Leaf managed to make it to the third floor of obstacles, but this was where reality began to set in. Not only did this floor contain more obstacles than the previous two, but they were also exponentially more intense. Jumps grew further, platforms shrunk, and the amount of strength required to hold onto certain elements was climbing. Two medical drones followed underneath her, ready to catch her at a moment's notice. Pretty quickly, she came across an obstacle that required jumping further than she ever had before while landing on a thin wooden beam. Fox folded his arms. End of the road for her.

And then she jumped.

"What're you-?" Fox yelped.

Leaf managed to get a few fingers onto the beam, but they snapped off immediately. Before the medical drones caught her, she hit her head onto a support. Her neck was thrown back from the impact, and she fell from the course.

Fox folded in-between the rings and shot after her, even though it wasn't necessary. She hadn't fallen half the distance to the ground before the drones caught her and began patching her up to full health. He landed on the beam she had been attempting for while the drones dropped Leaf back off at the beginning of the obstacle. She rubbed her neck. Fox knew that even with the injuries repaired, the phantom pain had to be uncomfortable. Without the drones there, she may have died trying to pull that stunt.

"Why did you do that?" Fox snapped at her. "You had no chance at making it."

"I didn't know unless I tried."

"Are you serious? When have you ever made a jump that far? Let alone onto a tiny platform. It doesn't take a genius to know you had no shot at that. You were only ever going to get hurt."

Leaf scowled at him again and took a step back.

"Don't you dare-."

Leaf launched herself at him. She went the exact distance as the last time, but now Fox was there to grab her arm right before her body hit the support again.

"Would you get a grip?" he told her when she finally got situated on the wood beam.

"No," she said flatly. To his disbelief, she started to head for the next obstacle. He grabbed her arm again.

"What are you trying to prove?" he said.

"I'm not trying to prove anything," she tossed back vehemently. "I just want to be like you. Is that so hard to realize?"

Fox sighed. "You want to grow fur and have an unbearably good sense of smell?"

"That's not what-."

"Then stop acting like you can do this," said Fox. He waved exasperatedly at the upper levels of the high-ropes course. "I don't care what Bowser has been teaching you about fitness, you can't just magically start doing these kinds of things."

"Then show me how."

"W-what?" Fox shook his head.

"Show me how I can beat this course so that I can be like you!" she said to him.

"Leaf, no matter how much lifting you do, you're not going to be able to clear some of these-."

"Then figure it out!" Leaf was now beginning to shout at him from point blank range. "That's your job as a veteran, isn't it? Helping us newbies realize our potential? Or is that Big Eight title just some special participation award you're given for being around longer than everyone else?"

If it were possible, Fox's jaw would have crashed through the wood beam and all the way into the dirt three floors below. Leaf spoke and acted as if the word consequence didn't exist in her dictionary. Then he saw it, that wild look in her eyes which made her appear invincible.

He was about to tell her off for yelling at him. Not only that, but she was being completely ridiculous, asking him to solve an impossible question. It wasn't his job to answer the question of why life was unfair. Then, just as he opened his mouth, and Leaf's glare cracked, realizing she may have gone too far, an idea came to him. It was so outlandish and creative that he was amazed it had entered his mind to begin with. He closed his mouth while his brain tried to grapple with these concepts of innovation and imagination.

"Go get your Pokéballs," he told her.

"Uh, okay," she said, "but how do I get off this thing?"

"Easy," said Fox, and he shoved her off. Leaf gave a short scream and was caught by the drones, which this time lowered her safely to the ground. She gave Fox a few choice words regarding not warning her before bolting off towards the complex.

Fox sat down on the beam, the cool breeze sifting through his hoodie. He wasn't sure whether he should be impressed or terrified of himself. Wild ideas like this weren't his forte. Rigidity, refinement, and expertise was what he was most familiar with. Create a plan, mold it to perfection, and execute it with such professionalism that you don't have a sliver of doubt the entire way. That's what gave him confidence in his decisions. Producing out of the box solutions on the spot was the epitome of discomfort to him.

Leaf returned with three Pokéballs strapped to her hip.

"Now what?" she called.

"Get back up here," he said.

"Ugh." She clambered back onto the course once more. Fox bounced lightly in the wind, watching her toil her way back to the third floor. Finally, she was standing across from him.

"So?" she asked.

"Alright, you know you can't make this jump, we've proved that, right?" said Fox.

"Yes," Leaf conceded.

"But you don't physically fight in your battles, do you?"

"No."

"Then why don't you use the tools you usually have to fight with to beat this obstacle?"

Leaf looked down at the Pokéballs. "These are not tools!" she argued.

"That is completely beside the point," Fox sighed.

"Well, that's easy then. Charizard can fly..." and she called out the enormous fire breathing Pokémon.

That proved to be a mistake. Yes, Charizard could fly, but the tightness of all the obstacles around them prevented its wings from fully extending. The result was a great deal of banging around before falling towards the ground and being caught by a squad of drones.

"Uh huh," remarked Fox. Leaf recalled Charizard, her face red.

Leaf gave her next choice a bit of thought. Eventually, she settled on summoning Ivysaur. She instructed it to extend its vines across the gap to where Fox was. It was an interesting idea, except when she attempted to cross, she didn't have the balance required to stay upright, and she fell.

When she returned, she sat down and thought for a while longer. Fox lay down on the beam and closed his eyes. He had nowhere to be today, he might as well take in the fresh cool air.

After a few minutes, including some indiscernible mumbling by Leaf to both herself and Ivysaur, there was some scuffling that alerted Fox. He sat up and saw Leaf poised to jump, with Ivysaur sitting on the edge of the platform. Curious, Fox shuffled aside to clear center of the beam for her.

Leaf took two steps and jumped, but not as far as before. At that exact moment, Ivysaur shot two vines out and held them in suspense right underneath where Leaf was about to fall. Her feet made contact, and the vines whipped up again. Combined with Leaf's second jump, she flew across the gap.

Too far, in fact. She shot straight past Fox, well beyond the wooden beam, and crashed into the stairs beyond leading to the next obstacle.

"Ow..." she groaned, peeling herself off the structure.

"Well, I can't say it didn't work," said Fox.

Leaf spun around with a hop, and for the first time since her fight, her starstruck glow was back. There was also a rapidly reddening mark forming across her face as well as a bloody nose.

"I did it!" she shouted triumphantly as the medical drones patched her up.

Fox laughed. "Sure. Next time, though, try to land on the platform."

He figured that would be enough practice for now, but Leaf wanted to keep going. Fox continued to follow her as she made her way through two more obstacles. Each time she completed one, that same glow came rushing back to her face. It was like her life force was sustained on defeating challenges.

Eventually, as time went on and it got too hot for him to wear his hoodie anymore, he had to cut her off. She would go all day doing this if someone didn't stop her. He suggested that they head to the dining room for lunch.

"You seem happier," he noted on their way back across the training grounds. There was the familiar THUD of Captain smashing face first into the recovery wall. Eighteen feet, ten inches.

"Yeah, sorry that I've been all mopey recently," said Leaf. She watched Captain fall back onto the ground and get up for another attempt. "I just came here with the wrong expectations. Where I'm from, Red and I, and even Incineroar, we're such superstars. When I got here, I knew I was joining a group of elite fighters. I also knew I would have a rough time starting up, but in trying so hard to be humble, I forgot something about myself."

"What's that?"

"I hate losing. I hate it so much that when I lost to Simon, I threw a tantrum. I was screaming and stamping my feet and punching things. Bowser and Zelda saw the whole thing, it was really embarrassing."

"And what did Bowser say?"

"He just looked at me all grumpy and said 'Good'."

"You're kidding."

"Nope, and honestly, I really respected him for it. He didn't tell me off for screaming at him. He didn't try and belittle me for throwing a fit. He didn't call me a sore loser or anything. He just acknowledged that I was competitive and absolutely despised losing, especially getting blown out. A couple of hours later, we were back in the gym. He's now giving me general tips on combat and special tricks when fighting certain types of champions while I'm lifting. It's like he's pulling double duty now."

Fox folded his arms and stared at the grass. Was that how Bowser had commanded so much of Leaf's respect recently? He just let her vent her frustrations and then used that fire under her to work her even harder?

"Interesting," Fox mumbled aloud as they walked into the complex.

"What?" asked Leaf.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking...to myself..." he trailed off.

At the entrance to the dining room, they ran into Palutena and Lucina, who were just leaving. Lucina still didn't spare Fox a glance, only acknowledging Leaf on the way out. Palutena gave Fox a wave while grimacing between him and Lucina. When they passed and left for the training grounds, Fox rolled his eyes and gave a sigh.

"Have you still not patched things up with her?" asked Leaf. They walked through the kitchen, loading up their trays with food from the buffet counter.

"I'd be perfectly happy to put it all behind us right now," said Fox. He walked over to a table and tossed his tray onto it with a clang. "But she refuses to let things go." He opened his bottle of water and began to down it out of frustration.

Leaf folded her arms. "Zelda was right. You are dumb."

Fox coughed up his water. Marth gave him an affronted look from the table over.

"You really don't think about anything you say, do you?" Fox asked her.

"Think about it from her perspective," Leaf continued. "The fact you haven't done anything at all is exactly why she's upset, and it's only going to get worse the longer it goes on."

"What happened to time heals all wounds?"

"Not ones caused by negligence."

"Neglig-...what are you on about?"

Leaf shoved aside her tray, fully focusing on Fox. The intense attention made him a little uncomfortable.

"You mentioned how I don't fight on the field, right? I can't go and just single-handedly win all my fights because that's simply not an option. But it's not like I don't have a job. My skills are making the absolute most out of all my teammates. I know all their strengths and weaknesses, all their abilities, everything they're capable of. It's how I was able to clear that first obstacle with you today. I knew Ivysaur had enough strength in its vine whip to launch me over that gap."

"A little too far, to be clear."

Leaf ignored this. "The point is, working with teammates and exploiting their abilities is second nature to me. I have to do it if I want to win anything. However, that's never been the case for you. You've always been so...awesome that you can take on just about any challenge in the universe by yourself. Sure, you appreciate the help from others, but it's not like they were always necessary. But now, you don't have that option. You need to work with someone if you want to win your most difficult duos matches. Sure, you can try and solo it for the weaker matchups, but that's not going to work for the stronger opponents."

"But that's not true," said Fox. "Zelda and I already both agreed that I shouldn't have let Lucina return at all during that fight, and that I should have fought Mario and Roy with the advantage."

"Not letting Lucina come back was the better choice because you haven't invested in her enough to make her useful. She has capabilities, Fox, you're just not using them effectively, so when you say that bringing her in was a mistake, it sounds like you don't care about what she can bring to the table."

Fox stared at Leaf. As far as newcomers went, she was rapidly, rapidly, climbing the ranks as among the most impressive. Multiple times that day she had caught him off guard with her knowledge and attitude, and if that wasn't good enough evidence that he should at least indulge her ideas, he didn't know what was.

"Alright, fine, I'll try your advice," he said finally.

Leaf's face lit up like a firework. "Really? I mean-ahem-I mean, yes, you should!"

Fox shook his head with a laugh. What a weirdo this girl was. He picked up his fork and was about to eat, but then his mashed potatoes came flying up into his face.

"What was that for?" Fox wailed, shaking his head vigorously and sending food everywhere. Marth got up and moved tables at this point.

"That was for the way you called me a newbie the other day," Leaf laughed mischievously.