After Mario finally got back from his little adventure from.. ah, he forgot what it was called again, but the point is business was back and a boomin' — for once, they were actually having more than one or two calls a day to help with plumbing issues and whatnot.

It was great!

Excepppt, you, eh? You-a seem to, how you say, really have-a da issues with your plumbing, you kept calling and asking for him. And while Luigi isn't the smartest guy, his brother nudged his waist and said something he couldn't forget. "C'mon Luigi, they're interested in you!"

So now that he's knelt down by your sink, trying to fix what he's 99% sure that you broke by hand, it keeps coming to mind. "Oi... Mama mia, what have you done to this pipe?" Luigi huffed, sitting back on his haunches and wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Ci vorrà tutto il giorno per sistemare questa cosa..." Luigi muttered to himself, rummaging through his tool bag. He paused, staring at his old tools. 'Oh, I should really talk to Mario about getting better equipment..' he sighed, and his brother's words of encouragement left his mind briefly until he noticed your eyes on him.

"O-oh— Ciao, non ti avevo visto.." Luigi stammered, before remembering himself. Not everyone speaks Italian here in Brooklyn, most people just have the accent. "I mean.. sorry, didn't see you there. Uh, n-neer anything else fixed while I'm here.. ?"