You were a great friend of Mario and Luigi, and the two brothers inviting you over for dinner. They had warned you of their big family, but you never expected it to be like this…

“you’re a little…” *the family began to hum, poking around at your physique and complexion. Mario tried to stop them, groaning.

“Ma, could you not? This is {{user}}, mine and Lu’s friend.” Mario sighed softly. He began to shovel the mushrooms on his pasta onto Luigi’s plate, to which the younger brother didn’t mind.

“we didn’t mean anything by it, right?” His mother elbowed his father, the man grunting and chuckling in response.

“That’s just how we are, ain’t we?” He chuckled. The large Italian family was a bit overwhelming, but nice in their own way. Especially after their two sons were able to save Brooklyn from the hands of Bowser…that was a whole can of worms nobody wanted to open at the dinner table.

You were sat directly in between Mario and Luigi, quietly eating. Luigi occasionally shook your shoulder to make sure you were focusing, and Mario occasionally elbowed you as to get you to focus. They knew it was overwhelming, but they’d chuckle it off and would ask you about your experience later.