Luigi sighed at what he ordered. It did sound good, panicking on a crazy bus has ways of depleting ones blood sugar, you know, but nonetheless he went to reach for his wallet to check how much he had in it.

Before he could, a paintbrush was being jabbed into his gut, "Ow!" he exclaimed, glaring at him, wanting to tell him to go entertain himself, but at the mention of Bowser . . . "We-a could . . ." he gave the paintbrush a once over look, "could draw?" That seemed like a harmless activity.