It wasn't to say that Peach didn't have pity for the man in the red suit. She had an affinity for men in red suits, but the heavily armed man, well, was bringing it upon himself.

Still, she sighed and shook her head as she stood and straightened her skirts before walking over to him and said, "Sir? Here, for you and your new Psyduck."

It was a bag of malasada. It wasn't home-cooked, she hadn't quite learned how to make it, but it was better than letting him be down and out, right? Giving him a winning smile, Peach added, "I hope your day goes better!"