I was planning to delve more into Peach’s family and backstory — I’ve had this strip sitting around since last October — but with one thing and another, it never came together. Maybe I’ll circle back at some point. For now, enjoy this tableau of domestic-politics bliss.
Peach: I’m so sorry, but I’m very late, so if you could bend the rules just this once —
Staff: Sorry, ma’am. I can’t let you in until I find you on the list.
Peach: I’ve been to every one of these fundraisers for seven years! I’m the Senator’s wife!
Senator: Peach! Over here!
Peach: Lyssie! Sorry — I was filling in at the Embassy again, and there was a bit of a skirmish —
Senator: Of course there was. Just try to win more quickly next time, won’t you?
It’s a lot harder to impress these donors without my stunning young trophy wife at my side.