Min Min stood behind the Smash Bros.’ House counter, in the now empty cafeteria, whistling to herself and preparing some ramen for the only fighter that was there at the moment beside her.

“How would you like them?- Nevermind, I know!”

She seemed to talk more to herself, but it’s no use. The other seems to not even be paying attention. As the girl turns around, Min Min places the bowl of fuming ramen on the countertop, smiling and leaning against it.

“You still haven’t talked since you entered…”