The pink Villager was lying on the floor of the Animal Crossing room. She had a box of crayons open to her side and a blank sheet of paper in front of her. With her red crayon, she drew a nice, big heart. She colored it in with red and pink stripes and topped it off with some silver glitter. Looking at it, she felt it would be a perfect gift for Ike. She thought Ike was so handsome and wanted to give him something. Feeling satisfied with her drawing, she left the room and went to the Fire Emblem room. Inside, she only saw Lucina.
"Can I help you?" she asked. Villager pointed at Ike's bed. "Ike? Oh, he went downstairs." Villager nodded to thank Lucina and went downstairs.
Ike was sitting in what could best be described as the living room. He sat on a recliner, reading his book. Villager smiled with delight. She skipped over towards him and tapped him on the arm. "What is it?" he asked. She showed him her drawing for him. "Cute, kid. Now do you mind? I'm reading here." Villager's smile turned to a frown. She felt like crying. As she was walking away, she noticed what book Ike was reading: a chicken-themed cookbook. She got a brilliant idea for how to impress Ike, and rushed to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, the Villager looked through a couple of cookbooks, trying to find a simple recipe for chicken soup. At last, she found one that was nice and straightforward. As she was reading, a friend of her's walked over. It was Captain Olimar of the S.S. Dolphin.
"Greetings, Villager," he said, "What are you up to?" She showed him the recepie. "Oh, making a batch of chicken soup? Well, I've learned a thing or two from Louie about cooking. I'll help you." He whistled to his Pikmin to get the soup pot. Hearing the commotion, another character debuting on the GameCube arrived: Toon Link. "Hello, Toon Link. Can we help you?"
Toon Link's fairy floated in front of him. "Toon Link heard you guys moving the soup pot in here," she said.
"Yes. We are making chicken soup."
"Toon Link's grandmother makes some great soup and he says he learned a thing or two from her. He'd like to help you out."
"I'm okay with that," Olimar said. He turned to Villager. "Are you okay with that?" She smiled and nodded. "Let's get to work."
After a few hours of work and cooking, the three finished the soup. "Good job, everyone," Olimar said. He turned to Villager. "Since this was your idea, we'll let you take the soup to Ike." She nodded. She then got a ladle and poured some soup into a bowl, getting some nice chunks of chicken. She took the bowl out to the dining room and set it in front of Ike's chair. However, since she worked so hard, she was very tired and went back up to her room to take a nap.
Ike finished reading his book. "I'd better put this back in the kitchen," he said to himself. As he walked to the kitchen through the dining room, he saw a warm bowl of soup sitting in front of his chair. "That's odd…" He sniffed at the soup. He instantly recognized the aroma of chicken and sat down to eat. The first sip was delicious; the chicken was moist and juicy, the broth was warm and salty, the spices were balanced perfectly, and the whole thing came together into something wonderful. "This is really good!" The swordsman continued to eat, every spoonful better than the last. Once finished, he went into the kitchen to put his bowl and spoon in the sink. Inside, he was surprised to see Olimar, washing out the soup pot. "Hey, Olimar, the soup was delicious."
The Hocotatian astronaut turned around to see Ike. "Well, thank you," he said, "but I can't take all the credit. It was Villager's idea."
"Villager, huh?" He thought back to earlier about the picture she drew and how he shooed her away. "She really wanted me to be happy, didn't she?" He felt like such a jerk for what he did.
When Villager woke up, she realized she forgot to watch Ike eating the soup. She ran downstairs to the dining room, hoping that Ike would still be sitting there. But he wasn't. She was ready to cry. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw a piece of paper in front of her spot on the table. She walked over and picked it up. There was a message written on it.
Villager,
Thank you for the soup. It was delicious. I'm sorry for not looking at your drawing earlier. So, to make up for it, I made a drawing for you.
-Ike
Underneath the note was a drawing of Ike and Villager. It made her so happy that she held it to her chest and cried tears of joy. She ran back upstairs to her room to put it up on her wall.