A/N: For prompt 96 and 98 the backstory is that I was playing Miitopia while on my trip because there was no Wi-Fi. For 96, when I was playing through Miitopia for whatever reason my friend's Mii and Luigi Mii just hated each other. It was absolutely hysterical. In gist, Miitopia is a wonderfully indulgent game.

91. New direction

It was a quest (or as Daisy called it, to give it an extra punch of excitement) to go camping to see the full moon that would loom in the sky that night.

It would take place in an entirely new direction, in a field where there was only the grass and the sky.

"The dinner preparation is the same, though," Luigi explained as he got the ingredients ready on the table.

"And building the tent," Daisy said as she hammered in the last nail to hold up the tent.

92. Now

The carrot was cut swiftly, and the pieces were added to the preparation board, and Luigi looked it over approvingly.

"Daisy, you're already doing this a lot better now-"

There was a sudden burst of red across the cutting board she was using and Luigi's heart dropped into his stomach before he realized that it was pulpy and full of tiny seeds.

Daisy regarded the apparently self-combusting tomato with an annoyed, "Ah," and staring down at the mess.

"I stand by what I said," Luigi added, as he brushed off the bits of tomato from her arms with a washcloth.

93. Bowl

"I'd say this is a success," Luigi said as he fished for another slice of carrot from his bowl of vegetable stew.

Daisy lifted up a slice of salted tomato in a toast and he bumped his bowl against the slice.

"I added something to mine," Daisy said, "A spice, it'll warm you up."

Luigi took a spoonful from the bowl she offered and devoured the broth and vegetable; the broth settled over his tongue in a quick, fiery burst. The potato slice didn't offer much reprieve, as it was spicy too.

"I'm sorry, is it too much?" Daisy asked, and he waved to assure her, but then he had to blink away a few tears.

"It's good," he said, and his voice was weirdly hoarse.

His dinner gained a slice of bread to chew on to soothe his mouth.

94. Full moon

The full moon hung overhead, brighter than the stars around it, and there was nothing more than to gaze upon the moon.

Except it was becoming to be much too quiet, and a song worked its way in Luigi's mind. He sat up from the ground and Daisy looked at him quizzically.

"When the moon hits your-"

The impromptu musical was interrupted by Daisy's laughter and then, "Oh, no," and he looked at her, a matching grin on his face.

"It was just too quiet," he offered as an explanation.

95. Dawn

Luigi's eyes opened and he sat up, unaware of where he was. And then something settled and he remembered they were camping. There was a faint light against the tent and he carefully maneuvered outside.

The night sky was fading, slowly, and the early dawn was left in its wake with colorful, bright light. He heard the tent opening rustle and Daisy stumbled out to stand before him.

"I'm sorry," Luigi whispered, "Did I wake you up?"

Daisy shook her head and rubbed her eyes. She pulled her hand through the tangles and then gave up.

"It's pretty," she said, when it was apparent that she rubbed the sleep away, and unconsciously she grabbed his hand.

He smiled at her before looking out at the dawn again.

"Yeah. It is."

96. Fight (Miitopia)

The middle part of Neksdor proved to be the hottest, and the place ripest for quarrels.

Luigi was slightly lagging behind and listening to the conversation that entirely too cheerful right now.

As Takeo regaled Pearl with a story about teamwork expertly took down a tough Nose Rock, Steven interjecting with cheers at certain parts of the story, Luigi was thinking. Or rather, stewing.

There'd been a fight with Daisy, a small pinch of irritation that exploded. The first time she refused healing food it was all right. They had enough HP bananas.

But the second, third, and fourth stubborn refusals brought up doubts in his cooking skills. The fifth time she refused resulted in him shouting that if she was too good for the cooking then he wasn't going to offer it anymore.

That earned an awkward trek back to the inn.

In the days that followed whenever Luigi remembered the outburst he'd try to internally explain away the guilt at seeing her hurt look.

"Not my fault," he said quietly at the memory, as they neared the inn. When they got inside the other three went to count the loot found on the trek and Luigi headed to the dining room.

He found Alexia there, her hands free of her paw weapons as she ate a bowl of Dynastic soup.

"Hey," she said.

"Hello." He settled down in the chair next to her. He rested his face in his hands.

"Hey, look," she said after a few seconds. He turned to see that she was about to launch some soup at him.

"Don't."

"Ha, see," Alexia said. She gulped down the spoonful of soup. "It's more fun when we fight."

"You trip me up."

"And you feel sorry for monsters. Then they hit you in the face," she replied. "Since you fought with Daisy it's super awkward; was super weird to see you get mad at her."

"I wasn't mad," Luigi replied defensively.

"Oh, you totally were. It was weird."

"Well," Luigi said, "It was weird that she kept refusing the food; made me feel like it wasn't good enough."

"She does that with everyone. Rinko's cooking, all the HP banana offers." Alexia tapped her spoon against the bowl's rim. "So, what's the real reason?"

He stayed quiet and she continued, "'Cause you've been going out early with the team that doesn't have her, the team that returns to the inn when it's so late you can only go to sleep."

"Almost," and she drew out the "A" as she stirred her soup, "Like you're ashamed about yelling at her."

Luigi kept his gaze on the table.

"I was worried about her," he admitted, "And that last battle, we didn't have any HP bananas left and Daisy was low on health…"

His gaze became lower. "What should I do?"

"Tell her this instead of me-" Alexia's hand swatted at the bowl and it toppled over. "Oh, no!"

The soup spilled over the table and he got up to clean up the mess; she protested.

"No, no, I got this." She handed the empty bowl to him. "While I clean up, can you refill this?"

Luigi took the bowl and headed to the kitchen. He opened the door and saw Daisy bringing out more bowls. She looked up.

"Oh! Hi," she said. She nearly fumbled with the bowls, before catching hold and putting them on the table. He unconsciously did the same with his own bowl.

"I had to make dinner this time!" Daisy declared. "Just kidding. Rinko did."

He couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"That made you a little nervous, right? Even Dark Lord Yanda would be scared!"

Her laugh almost sounded genuine.

"Daisy," he said, "About the fight-"

"Oh… well, everything is fine. Everything…" She couldn't continue with the lie. "I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry," her voice was beginning to hitch, "I was too stubborn. I should've accepted the food from the start."

"No," he said, "I'm sorry. I was too pushy."

He stepped closer, carefully.

"And I was worried about you but I yelled at you instead," he continued. "And I never gave you a chance to talk to me. I'm sorry."

Daisy rubbed her eyes, breathed in, and ran to hug him. He quickly accepted.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'll always give you food when you need it. I'll make it the best of the best."

"Everything you make is already the best," Daisy said, muffled against his shoulder.

Luigi drew away to smile at her. "Ah, that's a lie. Rinko makes better cheesecake than me."

"All right, that's true."

He laughed as she leaned against him again.

"You smell like Dynastic soup," she said. "Did you already eat?"

"No, no, Alexia spilled it on the table."

"Ah, just like a cat," Daisy replied.

"It was an accident." He wondered briefly if it really was.

There was chatter in the dining room, and Daisy drew away. "Everyone's here for dinner. Let's get the soup ready!"

He nodded and helped pour the soup into the bowls and carry them out.

The awkwardness had dissipated and the dinner was lively as everyone discussed the various faces they rescued, or the weird new monsters they saw.

When Daisy finished her soup she leaned against his shoulder. It was rather difficult to eat the soup when his throat tightened up. So he took a moment to move his arm so she could lean against him more comfortably.

"Is it good?"

"It is," he replied. Thankfully, his voice sounded normal. "Rinko did a good job."

"I did help a little," she said. "I put in some extra spice."

"Ah. Well, your seasoning is getting better!"

Daisy laughed and pushed herself closer. Everything seemed right, then.

97. Rain

Luigi followed Daisy through the field, the "hat to keep her dry" plan long since abandoned, and he ran his hands over his arms.

"Are you cold?"

She turned back and answered, "I have an idea!"

She began to run. The tall grass bowed in the falling rain and the storm seemed to not deter her from running through. He looked up at the sky and only dark clouds greeted him.

Luigi heard a call and Daisy wasn't anywhere close to the end of the vast field; it stretched on and on.

He ran to her and caught his breath in cold, slightly painful gulps. "That warms you up."

"I have another idea," Daisy said, and she motioned for him to come closer.

Luigi stepped forward and Daisy dropped into a curtsey, and he did a small bow so that they wouldn't hit their heads together.

The dance was more careful, so as not to slip, but there were still speed in the silent tempo; in lieu of music there was her laughter, as Luigi twirled her in and out of his reach. They held close and stepped forward together, before resuming a usual dance, an unsaid "One, two, one, two," and in the end she stepped back, still holding his hands.

For a moment Daisy was smiling, a cheerful sight in comparison to the rain dripping through her hair and down her face, and then she pressed her mouth against his. In the next moment there was warmth and when they broke apart he could taste a lingering sweetness.

"What kind of candy did you eat?" Luigi asked and realized too late that was not high on the list of things to say to the person that just spontaneously kissed you.

"Tangerine flavored," she replied.

She loosened her grip on his hands and let them fall apart.

"Sorry," Daisy said, "If you didn't-"

In some alien, swift motion he clasped her hands and tried to say his words.

"That's not what I meant to say," Luigi said, his voice all jumbled up, "I liked it."

He let his head hang forward and rest against his wrists. Daisy's right hand pressed against his cheek and she lifted his head up. Something tight in his heart released when he saw her face relaxed into that familiar grin.

"I did, too."

She punctuated each of her words with a kiss to his cheeks and he was never more thankful for the rain.

98. Spaghetti (Miitopia)

The heat pushed down on Luigi as he tried to keep the groceries safe. It was probably because of this head that Rinko caught a fever.

"Is that how it works?" He asked a cactus. He thought he heard a griffin so he picked up the pace. He used the ribbon of his chef's uniform as a makeshift handkerchief to press against his face. Pearl was taking care of their sick friend, which left everyone else to their own devices.

He hoped it was easy for them to make the porridge for Rinko.

The inn was in sight and Luigi grinned widely. He maneuvered to balance the groceries as he opened the front door.

He heard screaming coming from the kitchen. Luigi ran to it and had only one thought as he opened the door.

"Spaghetti everywhere."

It was splattered on the walls and pots were overturned on the stoves. Red sauce was soaked into the floor, ranging from pulpy to liquid. A plethora of noodles bubbled over one of the pots.

Everyone turned when he entered and he could only muster one question.

"What happened?"

"Welcome back!" Daisy started. She was trying to mop up some of the red sauce.

Her words were punctuated by a stove burner flaring up. Takeo hurried to switch it off.

"Sorry, you know how it is with spaghetti!" Steven called from the sink. His pop star outfit was more red than pink.

"No, I don't." Right as he said that a glob of red sauce fell from the ceiling.

"Okay, who did that?" Luigi added.

Yotsuba stopped scrubbing at the walls to raise her hand.

"All right, out! Everybody out! I'm going to cook the porridge."

Luigi cleaned up a stove and washed out a pot to get to work on the porridge. The entire room still smelled like spaghetti even when the porridge began to cook.

He looked at the soles of his shoes. "I wonder if this will ever wash out…"

He spotted the hem of robes and looked to his right. The cleric, Frisk, was standing there. The child's arms were reaching upward.

"Up?" Luigi asked. "Okay, hold on."

He put down the wooden spoon and reached down to pick up Frisk. He shifted the child and the spoon around so that he could hold Frisk with one arm and stir the porridge with the other.

Luigi could feel Frisk grip his chef shirt and rest their head against his shoulder, watching the stir of the porridge.

The group had found Frisk wandering the outskirts of Greenhourne, and they were to find Frisk's mother's face. Despite this separation, Frisk was stoic and took on the job of the cleric. Even though the job of the cleric came naturally to them, with intonations of healing and safeguarding, Frisk was still a child.

"Do you want to know a secret about your mama?" Luigi asked. There was a tiny nod against his shoulder. "She loves you, very, very, very much."

He drew the wooden spoon through the porridge. "But I think you already knew that."

He heard a knock on the kitchen door and turned around to see Daisy enter the kitchen. She tilted her head.

"Am I allowed in here?" she asked cheekily.

"Were you the one that put four batches of spaghetti in one pot and cooked it on the highest possible setting?"

"N-noooo… yes. I'm sorry."

Luigi put on what he hoped was a stern face before he smiled. "Well, it's okay. I forgive you."

He swiped the spoon through the porridge before asking, "Why spaghetti?"

"We thought she'd like something more savory," she explained. "Then we thought we could knock out dinner too, and… here we are."

Luigi put down Frisk for a moment to scoop the porridge into a bowl.

"Oh, I'll take that!" Daisy said. She bounded off for the upstairs rooms as Luigi picked Frisk back up.

"She is very energetic," he said fondly to Frisk. He beckoned for the child to lean in closer.

"And a secret; she is very beautiful."

Frisk made a sour face and crossed their arms as if to say, "Don't say such careless things."

"It's true! But it's not really a secret," he said. "She just doesn't know that I said that."

"Know that you said what?" Daisy asked as she slipped into the kitchen.

"P-Pearl doesn't know that I said devil protein is delicious. You know she hates it."

"She is pretty picky," Daisy replied.

She grinned and patted his back. "C'mon, we're going on an adventure before dinner!"

"This still needs to be cleaned up."

"Oh. Right, right, I think I got so used to the smell it all smells normal…"

She hummed as Frisk reached out to her and she took the child from his arms.

"Well, I wanna talk with you more, anyway, so I'm happy!" Daisy declared.

She held Frisk closer and tickled their stomach. Their face scrunched up, a smile on their face and a silent laugh shaking their shoulders.

"C'mon, let's go gather the others," she said as she exited the kitchen.

Luigi smiled as he carried the pot to the sink. He decided then that he didn't mind this spaghetti misadventure.

99. Mist

Luigi awoke to see the darkness of the room and he reached out, finding an empty spot in the bed. Information groggily went through his head, "Daisy must've had a restless sleep," and he rubbed his eyes to make them focus. He breathed in the cool air and got out of bed. Warmth clung to his pajamas as he walked.

He found her where he expected; on the porch, looking out at the early morning. She was sitting on the top step, watching the mist go along the grass.

"Can't sleep?" he asked as he sat down beside her.

Daisy shook her head.

"What were you dreaming about?"

She shivered, so he drew her closer. She worked out her words after a few moments.

"Violins and words."

"Violins too loud?" he asked.

"Kinda, like, la, la, laa, lah, laah…"

Daisy moved her hands in tune.

"And the words?"

"Something about tidal waves and silver linings."

"What was it like?"

"Haunting. Kinda sad, even," Daisy said. "Freaked me out when I woke up. Thought I got swept away by a silver tidal wave."

She rested easily into his shoulder. "But it feels better to talk about it. That you're here."

They stayed like that for a while; he could feel her beginning to slip forward from drowsiness, so Luigi helped her go back into bed. When he returned to bed he moved Daisy into his arms, just in case the familiarity would keep away too loud violins and words that sang about silver linings and tidal waves.

There was a small smile on her face when he drew her close, and his expression matched hers as he drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Originally posted on AO3 from December 29 2018 to February 5 2019.

Thank you for reading this.

100 is the cover art.