◤Finishing up her ensemble PB slid her crown onto her forehead, pushing aside the locks of gum-hair that hadn't gotten too brittle in the cold. Then she groaned, noticing that her hair was a little uneven, and remembering why. She wished then that she hadn't recanted all of the times she called Marceline a butt, because well, she still was one for not telling her about the apples. She thought they were in some dire straights, but oh no, there was a whole swatch of red sitting right above them, ready to make fun of her by being tasty, and being red, and being apples. Oh well, once her hair had warmed up a little she could reshape it.

PB looked down at the pheasants, the fish and all the other things that would need to be cooked up, and was puzzled. She had cooked some junk before, sure, but the food was always...ready. It was cleaned and plucked and trimmed ahead of time for her and this was, not. And she had no idea what the nuts to do with it. She turned to Fionna, since she was supposed to be helping her cook, and right now she felt a little too embarrassed whenever she looked at Marceline for too long anyway.◥

"Hey, uhm Fionna? How the plum do you go about preparing stuff like this?"

◤(It's camping time! C'mon grab your friends! We'll camp in very distant lands. With Marceline the Vampire Queen, Princess Bubblegum and Fionna the Human, the fun will never end; it's camping time!)◥