Meal time!

For the next few hours, the captured Princess Peach spent the time like any prisoner would, staring at the ceiling while waiting for the sound of footsteps, whether that be a guard to check on them or a saviour to break them out. Any interaction with or even sight of a fellow living being would be a nice break from the boredom.

So cold...Peach thought to herself, a thought which kept repeating in her head like a broken record. Wouldn't it kill Bowser to get thicker blankets? Peach pulled the useless excuse of a "blanket" up to her neck, the thin rag acting as a blanket barely covering her extremely voluptuous body from the cold air.

How do prisoners escape again? They dig a hole right? With a spoon? That would take ages! I'm sure Mario will come for me! He won't leave me to spend every waking moment craving a miserable tunnel with a spoon! Princess Peach recalled what she heard from the tales and stories from movies in the world Mario came from, giving her a glimpse into his strange urban world and making her curious. She had always seen them as interesting stories, but now they might be reality.

What was she saying? She can't doubt that Mario would come to the rescue!

Just as she was about to be fully lost in her thoughts, a Koopa troopa walked to her jail cell, the resounding footsteps echoing through the corridors and snapping her back to reality.

"Food. Eat." The Koopa troopa didn't even bother, opening the cell door slightly to slide the bowl in with a spoon lodged inside. He didn't seem to pay attention or be invested in his job. Princess Peach felt a little offended by this, knowing that he probably saw this as a chore without care of her royal status.

She grabbed the bowl as the troopa walked off. She looked down to see the slop given to prisoners. It was grey, like porridge, with some bits of God-knows-what in there. It was truly more sludge than food.

Well, guess that's lunch... Peach didn't even try to be indignant about how this isn't food fit for a princess. She had gotten too used to Bowser getting the best chefs to cook her gourmet meals, but she now knew this wasn't the norm for everyone. She sighed as she dug into the slop.

It felt watery and extremely tasteless, Peach slurping more than she chewed as she wanted to get the "food" down her stomach as fast as possible to get it over with.

She gulped down the slop in her thin bikini, feeling humiliated. After a few minutes, she looked down at the spoon and started to get an idea...