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♕1st Experiement [Action]

[Bonnibel had been walking for some time now. The sun was high and warm in the sky when she had started out, and now it had just slipped past the horizon. Her legs and feet were sore hours ago, and now she was also starting to get hungry.]

"Ugh, what the cabbage is even going on here?"

[Here we go again, another day, another kidnapping. In the past she would have handled these sorts of things with calm grace and dignity, but not today. It wasn't that long ago that Bonnibel spent a month or more pasted to a sistern wall by deer saliva, and her patience was already thin. She yelled some obscenities and kicked a rock with her right foot, hard, and then winced. Her toes took it worse than the rock did, but that was all part of the catharsis, or something. Grumbling loudly, she sat down and clutched her head in her hands, rubbing at her temples.]

"You kept me waiting long enough last time Finn and Jake, when the lettuce are you going to turnipping show up?!"

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Edited 2011-12-21 21:01 (UTC)

[That voice. There was something that was definitely familiar about that voice, even if there was something just a little too light about it. Either way, this was a damsel in distress, so of course she needed to do something about it!]

[Oh boy. Finn and Jake again? Looks like it was time for things to get all confusing again.]

'Scuse me, milady! Did you need some totally righteous heroes to help you out?

[Might as well make a good impression, riht?]

[A voice pulled PB from her previously scheduled sulking. A voice that sounded almost like one she knew, but really not quite.]

"Yeah, I really think I could use some righte-"

[Bonnibel looked up, and paused mid sentence. There, standing before her was a blond haired human that looked remarkably like Finn, if he had bazoobs and larger ears for his hat. At that exact moment Bonnie figured it all out. Every little piece fell together, and the puzzle was complete. LSP must have slipped her some psychoative chemical, and this was all a great big feverish hallucination! The Cosmic Owl would probably show up later, and make things really interesting.]

"-ous heroes... Finn? What's going on here, Finn? Is this some kind of joke?!"

[She paused, rubbing her eyes until she saw little stars and sparks.]

"No, you're not Finn, are you?"

┫Caught up in the excitement of the hunt Marceline bounds around Fionna's feet, drifting to an abrupt as all get out stop as she tries to make head or tails of the situation. Yeah, that voice is stupid familiar.┣

"Yo, Fionna! What's the hold up?"

┫Swatting the snow and hair out of her eyes she pokes her head over Fionna's shoulder.Putting two and two together sometimes takes Marceline a few seconds. The voice she heard earlier and the globs of pink belonged to one woman!┣

"Bonni!?"

[Well this was going to be interesting. She knew this much: wherever Marceline that was sorta like Marshall Lee was from, so was Princess...Bonni? Really? And she was supposed to be like Prince Gumball, she could see that much: they even looked alike.]

Uh, hey, um, Princess Bonni? I'm Fionna, and I'm a hero!

[Bonni spun around quickly at the sound of that voice. Half expecting it to be as misleading as the voice that wasn't Finn's, she was almost surprised to see that it really did belong to Marceline that Vampire Queen. Seeing Marceline here, wherever the lump they were, she felt a lot of things in succesion, some all at once. And then she settled on feeling very relieved to see someone farmiliar.]

"M-Marceline?! Marceline, is that you!? Where the nuts are we Marceline?!"

[Getting to her feet she quickly hobbled over to the Vampire Queen, wincing a little with each step of her right foot. She reached out to throw her arms around Marceline in a hug, but embarrasment won out and she turned away awkwardly when Fionna started talking. The girl could easily have been Finn's sister, but then again this was only the second human she had ever seen. Maybe they all looked like that!]

"It's a pleasure to meet you Fionna the Hero. I usually get called Princess Bubblegum, or PB, but I'm not really particular! You remind me quite a bit of someone I know, you know..."

┫After forcing down a swallow Marceline waves, doing her best to keep a straight face. How weird is that? She was just thinking about Bonnie and she showed up! Cue the guilt, ladies and Adventurers!┣

"H-hey! Yeah,you have the who right! The where, we can get into in a second if it's cool?"

┫For all the reasons to feel guilty why was she feeling so awful about being so gal pal with Fionna now that Bonnibel is here? Well, if that didn't sting being left hanging for a hug sure did! Arms falling to her sides Marceline gnaws on her bottom lip, eyes on the ground.┣

"Fi? Uh, Fionna. You know how I mentioned Princess Bubblegum? Yeah, this is her."

┫Why is this suddenly so awkward?! She turns to Bonni and nods in agreement, Fionna is really like a certain boy adventurer. Suddenly self conscious, and a lot colder due to the sudden snow, Marceline wrings her fingers. Silent a second she eventually snaps out of it.┣

"What're you doing here? Are you alright, Bonni?"

[It was definitely awkward. Marceline and...Princess Bubblegum? They knew each other, and she was just some weird, not Finn gal. Heck, they were even going to hug and junk. Or she thought they were anyway. What was up with that?]

"Yeah, Marceline was filling me in. There's a Finn where you guys are, right? Um...I'm not sure how this is, but my name's Fionna, and I live with Cake in the land of Ooo. So uh, I'm Fionna, and I'm supposed to protect you."

[Awkward, but true.]

"Soo...what do you want to know?"

[Bonnibel looked away from Marceline, feeling rotten that the little canceled hug made her look so crestfallen. But, then again, another part of her felt so empowered that she could actually affect Marceline so much! A therapist. After this was all over what she really needed was a therapist. Or two.]

"Oh good Glob am I glad to see you, Marceline. It's been so totes creepy walking out here alone for ages."

[Bonni's face felt a little warm right then, either from her embarrasment, or the cold air nipping at it. She held back once, and it stung Marceline and herself, so she might as well just be forthright for this one little instance.]

"I had no idea there were other Humans anywhere in Ooo, Fionna! We so for realsies have to tell Finn about this later when we get back home, right Marceline? He gets all soul searchy sometimes about being 'the last member of his species' and all that junk.

[There was a pause, and then she caught herself.]

"Oh Glob, I'm so sorry Fionna! I shouldn't just make assumptions about your species like that! The Finn we know is human, and you look so similar I just assumed.."

[Bonnibel did actually feel quite a bit more reassured having both Marceline and a Lady-Finn here to protect her. There were a lot of dangerous roving bands of rocks around, just looking for a toe to stub!]

"I have no idea what in the name of every single serving of single serve ice cream I'm doing here Marcie! And yeah, well I'm hungry and cold as nuts and..."

[She tried on one of her nicknames for Marceline, and found it did clear a little of that awkwardness, at least on her own end. Bonni then lifted her right foot up, just a little, and wiggled her toes around.]

"...My foot and a rock got into a fight, and I think the rock had the upper hand. Or, really it just had the upper foot! But what about you Marceline, are you...Okay? And really where the lump are we?!"

┫It so isn't the time to feel the way she is feeling! How is it that you can be happy one second and on the verge of tears the next? Well, she is that happy to see Bonnibel again; however, she is that hurt by being left to hang. She isn't going to show it, she will never show it! No one makes her feel like gum being scraped from beneath a shoe! No one! Not since..him.┣

"I'm glad that you're alright, Princess. Although you being here isn't as cool as it seems.."

┫Marceline isn't sure if she should explain it or if she should let Fionna do the honors? It must feel craptacular being the odd woman out. Here she is with someone she knows when Fionna may never see her dudes again. Especially since if everything said so far is true, that there are no dudes period. Emotional and cold she has a bat nose moment, swabbing at it hard with the back of her wrist. She is sniffling because she is cold, yeah that's it!┣

"Your foot lost to a rock?! So you're hurt?"

┫She looks to Fionna, her expression both pleading and apologetic. It was Finn's job to protect Princess Bubblegum! But with Finn out of the picture, probably forever, the job and title would default to..her.┣

"Hey Fionna? Do you think you could lend Princess an arm or a leg since she busted her stems? If we find a place I can make a fire and get stuff for our stomachs...while you watch out for her? We can give her the deets then."

(OOC: Sorry, this new comment system is seriously messing me up. More so since my edit button mysterious ran the frick away..)

[Whoa. Major tension. And one of the good things about NOT being Finn was that she could see it even if neither of the girls were talking about it. Knowing that, though, meant she knew enough to stay out of it for now: she was still a stranger to them, and it would be hard enough just trying to adjust to wherever this place was.]

"Yeah. We just got some papers and stuff about it. I talked to a bunch of girls here too, and they all come from these other places, same as us. The Queen that brought us here is totally whacked, something about fostering relationships or some biz. No one seems super happy about it."

[Say no more, Marceline. Fionna had been known to pull Prince Gumball out of a tight spot this way, and did the same with Princess Bubblegum: she picked her up bridal style, looking unperturbed, and started walking.]

"We're trying to get some food now though, and then we have to find out about magic dirt!"

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It was totally weird just how easy it was to go from feeling junked up to laughing and just hanging out! In all seriousness and truth, they were like buds without even trying. At first Marceline thought that having Fionna around was just going to be plain strange, like she was some replacement for Finn that she hadn't asked for. However, after the hella cray cray circumstances and mood swings were pushed aside for a moment she came to feel that Fionna wasn't strange or a replacement! Fionna was this wicked funny and awesome hero chick, someone that she could call a friend. As for Princess Bubblegum? Well, those realizations would take a bit longer to sink into the Vampire's brick thick skull.

"Do not think that because you are soft and pink that I will go easy on you! I will win the favor and the hand of Ser Fionnaghal! Prepare yourself you cad!"

She kept the same rhythm as her dancing, moving back and forth as her ~~finger~~ rapier clashed with ~~Princess Bubblegum's~~ Prince Bubblegum's! Glob!It had been forever and a day since she had seen Bonnibel drop the Princess act and just be herself! Why the hey hey weren't things this way back home? Forget it! That subject wasn't one to touch with a twenty and a half foot peppermint pole! There was no better time to have fun than then! It was the difference between moping and being heroic!Even if being herself meant having a mustache and admitting to sleeping with..dudes?! Thus ended the righteous battle between two opposing forces! Not just because of the horrific end the Prince came to, but also because Marceline couldn't contain her laughter anymore! She laughed and howled, kicking and flailing in the air. That was until she was reminded of something. That something being how red and hot her face was a few minutes back. She swallowed hard, doing her best to shrug it all off.

"Not like you don't have to shave or get your hair chopped as a lady, Bonni! Plus, if this Prince Bubblegum is as awesome as he sounds he might look pretty awesome too!"

She would do and say anything, absolutely anything, to get the attention of her and her weirdness earlier! Marceline knew Bonni well enough to know that she wouldn't just let it rest, she was going to analyze it until the Gumdrops came home! She would just have to side step the subject for as long as she could, building up a library of things to say. The thought of explaining herself, then or later, was just ugh! Huh? What was that that Bonni said?! What the what?!

"Bonni, what the flip are..are you talking about? I..I'm not being smooth and junk! I'm just being..h..honest! Yeah, honest!"

And she was blushing again, great! That time she could feel it not only in her cheeks but also at the tips of her ears. It wouldn't be so bad if she could tell if Bonni were yanking her chain or not! The pit of her stomach feeling not only raw but aflutter she had to grope for what to say next. "Y..you're welcome Fionna, y..yeah! And you know we're being honest because, like Jake would say: Homies help homies, not hurt!"

At the mention of the Queen Marceline snorts, her nose suddenly bat like. Something stank and it was not only the Queen but also the mere thought of the Queen getting to her her (or any) way with anyone in MarMar's company! This was a change for her to act big, bad and confidant again! Eh, for at least a little bit.

"I'm not going anywhere without you guys! Sure, we got dropped into this all apart but nothing say we have to deal with it alone!If they mess with any of us they're going to get their cans majorly stomped on! You're a hero and stuff!" There were no words for how happy she was for a chance to shut the glob up.

Edited 2011-12-31 07:19 (UTC)

"Prince Bartley Bubblegum of the Parliamentary Monarchy of Dessert is an accomplished alchemist I hear! And an avid lover of dudes!" She giggled at that bit. Bonni wasn't quite sure why she made Bartley a lover of the guys, but it didn't stop amusing her! "And, well, yeah I usually had the Princess Plant do my hair for me, since it's such a pain in the lumps to cut. Do those even grow here? Oh cabbage, guys, what am I going to do if they don't?"

Her time around LSP left a definite influence in the form of Lumpy Space vernacular. It's not just for yelling at the queen anymore! All this talk about hair caught her attention. There was something she was forgetting. Something about hair, something like. That

"Ah. Hmmm. That reminds me." Everything was easily warm enough now to be molded back to being even on both sides. She slid her fingers through it for a while, shifting it around, and was done. No one would ever know that a chunk was taken out of it! No one except the person that the chunk was given to, of course.

"Oh? What's that now? What am I talking about? Why, not a thing, my dear Marceline." Bonnibel kept the excess of honey in her voice and grinned like the cat who... No she didn't like that analogy. She grinned like the rat who won a medal for saving the kingdom from zombies. That one was better. She had waited and, there. There it was! Her own little pearl of data unfurled itself in the form of a powerfully blushing Marceline. There were still too many variables to narrow it down, but she was able to produce that response herself! Intentionally! That was, well it was interesting! It was scientifically invigorating! And...Oh peppers. That was another great big unpleasant point for her own charts. In fact that was practically a chart of its own.

"We're in this junk together, and I totes couldn't have picked better company!" She wondered for a second if that was a lie. She would have loved to have Lady here, but at the same time she knew it would be way worse for her being separated from Jake. Within a day it would be gloom and misery the whole rest of forever. There was Finn and Jake of course, but that posed its own set of gender related issues. And then Bonni realized she wasn't lying at all; she really honestly couldn't have picked better company. She was happy to be around Marceline and Fionna. "And you're darn right you guys, no one messes with the friends of the Vampire Queen, or the Princess of the Candy Kingdom, or the Human Hero! Not even the Queen of Butts, who had better be busy getting LUMPED right about now!"

PB scaled the second fish, with a lot less vigor than the first, skewered it, and set the food over the fire. The fish roasted, the pheasant glazed with apple roasted, and it all smelled pretty good! Now this part of cooking she could do! She had spent those months plowing through books on advanced barbecue theory, the applications of theoretical barbecuelogical physics, and grilling for brainlords just for that one little science barbecue fiasco. Now that the food was ready to be cooked Bonni was in her element. Now, finally, she would be able to show off her own mad skillz.

With confidence she flipped the foods so they would spend sixty percent of the cooking time on the first side, and forty percent on the next. She let the outsides caramelize, and timed it so the insides would hopefully stay juicy. She drizzled a little extra apple glaze on the birds after they had been turned, put in a couple of apples to roast lightly for Marceline until they were just the right color, then lifted it all out a little early so that carry over cooking could do the rest. And she felt awesome.

"Well Marceline, Fionna, I humbly propose that our first act of business, as buds, is to eat the junk out of this food! We all made it, so it's our... Friendship Feast?" She couldn't help but to laugh at that, "Wait, what, no way that sounds so tacky!"

Edited 2011-12-31 08:32 (UTC)

Man, there was definitely a lot going on between Marceline and Princess Buttercup. Fionna knew, and thought that even Finn would have known, that whatever was going on, they would have to come upon it themselves. She did wonder if this might have been why Prince Gumball was so adamant on keeping her a bro, but who knew? Liking people, feelings and all that junk was something she just didn't deal with anymore.

But there didn't need to be much more anything said: she watched the two pf them banter some more, than laughed and sat by the fire, watching Princess Bubblegum at work to make them some awesome food.

"Friendship Feast is perfect!" Fionna said, laughing. "It's food, we're eating, and were friends, right? I mean, I really like you guys a lot!"

And she didn't even turn red: she could say that easily.

"What do you know about dudes loving dudes, Bonbon?" Asked and said with Marceline's usual teasing tone, her serpentine tongue dancing between her teeth. She was going to pay Bubblegum back for that little "smooth" comment that she made not to long ago! She was going to pay her back in full..uh..later. Yeah, later for sure. "Sand or birds, probably Bonni!" She hadn't thought about princess-ly hygiene at all, oops.

Being uprooted, it does things to people. The list of what these things were was long and thus tedious to read! Then again, probably just as much (if not more so) tedious to read into--like what was going on around Fionna then and there. As a once far from wise yellow dog once said: Women were twisty! Hm, on second thought how short sided that was! The truth was complicated, however simple the phrasing is: Feelings were twisty! People without feelings and insecurities to wrestle with tended to be straight forward; however, once you added in emotions things were junked to all flip flop! Feelings lead to emotions, emotions lead to love and love leads to..
Never mind.

"Why're you asking me?! Why would I..ugh! Why would I know what you're going on about, Bonni?!" There she went, flying off the handle at the smallest thing. Yeah, like that didn't make whatever all the more obvious!

While sunlight was a pain in the hams, fire not so much. In her own state of "I don't want to think about it" Marceline set to helping Bonni and Fionna with the food. Sure, she could have eaten at any point; however, she would have felt ~~left out~~ like a jerk if she did. She took a moment to dig through the duffel bag and was rewarded with some flimsy paper plates-- better than eating off of leaves or out of your lap! She set the plates down, one in front of each of them, and sat back. She watched Princess Bubblegum fuss with her hair through the corner of her eye. Yeah, she was still feeling like a creeper for that.

For all the attention she was paying to Bonni, Bonni was paying as much (actually more) to her. Had Marceline been better at reading Bonni (and not so far into her own head space) she might have noticed. Instead? She just blushed and squirmed, her attempts to hide it pretty awful. Both Fionna and Bonni had more reasons to be sad than her, Marceline figured. The people they were closest to only Glob knew how far away. For Marceline...well...
Never mind.

"Yeah! You don't mess with the best! And pbfft, Friendship Feast sounds like it would rock out loud! I agree with Fionna!" She cleared her throat and moved in. "You know, you're right a lot Fionna? We're friends, we're eating and we..." Oh darn, stop it with the red Marceline! Gloopy Glob! If Fionna could say it without blushing she should be able to! "And we like each other a lot! Best Buds, yeah!" With that she snatched up the fish, broke it into threes, and served it onto the plates. Yeah, it lacked grace and finesse. But then again, Marcy lacked those in general.

Edited 2011-12-31 09:06 (UTC)

"What do I know about dudes loving dudes?! Not plop, Marcy!" For a second Bonni had thought about countering with the nickname MarMar, but she really disliked that one, entirely because it was the one Ash used to call Marceline. And Bonnibel hated Ash. She had never even met him, but still she hated him with a burning white hot passion. Sometimes she even thought about asking Finn and Jake to track Ash down, and locking him up in the dungeon for a few days. Or sending him to the Earldom of Lemongrab.

"Okay, fine Marcy. You win. When I first met Finn and Jake I, for realsies, thought they were a couple. How plummed up is that?" Bonni buried her face in her hands abashedly. "Isn't that the most poo brained junk in the great grand history of poo brained junk?" And then she started to make a retort, but something wasn't right. Some part of her brain was yelling at her, 'Don't follow that up Bon, you know better. You know you're being led into a trap, c'mon don't even-'

"I don't even barely know anything about loving dudes anyway!" Clumpnuts. Buttered clumpnuts, and GRAPES. Yeah, that's right grapes. The linguistic kid gloves were off in her mind. She slumped back and gave her brain long enough to gloat, 'Great, way to go 'Bonbon', you fell right into her trap. Prepare to get teased, and let's just hope it's only over your inexperience.'

Oh well, it was time to do something to relief that worry. And that something was to further tease Marceline! "Oh Marc~y, what would make you think I'm going on about anything? I'm totes innocent here~!"

The sticky sweetness to her voice was starting to fade. Even though Bonni thought that she couldn't get enough of taunting and teasing Marceline like that, right now she had give it a rest. Watching Marceline squirm and blush under her machinations was informative. It was empowering, and it was, well.. It was affecting her. A little too much. Yes those were some big points of her own data right there, but did she even need to bother with her own charts anymore? Really she knew where they were going to lead at this point. She had known that from the beginning, in some way or another, but it always helps to have empirical data. You can't doubt empirical data like you can doubt little flittering bits of emotion. You can fall back on it without feeling anxious and weird and flipping out. Sometimes, anyway.

"No, no Marceline! It doesn't just sound like it's going to rock out loud. Friendship feast is going to rock out loud, and every other which way! Because any meal with your best buds is the best meal! And I like you guys a lot too! And so does Marcy, even if she's too embarrassed to straight up say it without getting all red, and other such junk!." She winked to Marceline again, gave her a great big smile, and went about finishing up the servings of food for their Friendship Feast.

PB slid the apples off of their sticks, and onto Marceline's paper plate, and put the vegetables around to hers and Fionna's. Then there was just one thing left, the birds! She plucked the birds up by the sticks, and held them out to Fionna. This part she couldn't do herself. "Would you serve these up, Fionna? If I get my fingers too much in hot food it'll just taste like.. gum."

Edited 2012-01-01 06:34 (UTC)

Wow, this conversation was definitely getting wild and crazy, and Fionna realized, with a start, that this might actually be what it was like to have Marceline and Princess Buttercup as galpals if things had been different in Ooo. She didn't hate her bros of course, she loved the nuts out of them, but this felt comfortable. Why? Could it be she was uncovering a secret want to be more feminine, talk about girly stuff and overall just enjoy watching these guys, for lack of sugarcoating it, flirt?

Heck yes! It was kinda fun!

"Man, lovin' anyone is pretty crazy though," she added to the conversation, poking the fire. "I thought I was really fallin' for PG this one time: he sung to me, had this ruby sword, really made me, like, getting all girlified. But it was really the Ice Queen, messing with my brain stuff. I always wondered why though: that was pretty far, making me believe all that just to kidnap PG. She had already kidnapped him and made me think she was him and all. Why have me go to the party, in a dress, and lead me up to her room just to taunt me and junk? It never made any sense."

It was a weird conversation point to bring up, but then she couldn't bring herself to talk about it, even to Cake. It was too weird a subject, especially with Cake's flagrant hate of the Ice Queen.

She chuckled at PB's taunting, then gave Marceline's shoulder a punch. "We're just messin' with you man. It's cool you can still turn red and stuff. Just means I know a little more about you."

Fionna took the birds, making sure to cut them up good and nice (and headless thank glob) for the girls.

Bubblegum wasn't the only one who could think of a few ways to ~~destroy~~ punish Ash. Marceline had, since that creepo jerk kidnapped Hambo, been counting the ~~seconds~~ ~~minutes~~ ~~hours~~ ~~days~~ ~~weeks~~ ~~months~~ years since her fuzzy companion left her side. With each ticking of her eternal clock she grew more bitter about it, spending much of her alone time plotting against Ash and trying to hunt down the witch in question. Ash was just, like many things, a very sore subject--more so when it was Bonni talking about it.

"Wait, what?!" Well, it wasn't like she didn't already know what Bonni's answer would be to her snarky question. What she didn't know what that Bonni had assumed that Finn and Jake had a serious bromance going on. There was something both sad and ducking funny about that! "You're joking right? You have to be!"

Bonnibel Bubblegum was smart, too smart to have thought something like that or at least that was what Marceline secretly thought about her. The Princess of The Candy Kingdom couldn't be that naive, could she? "That would be like me saying that you and Lady get down to it!"

Maybe she shouldn't have said that? Then again, it probably would have been alright to say it, just without the kissy faces and taunting hisses. Well, she could have taken it much further; however, it suited her to drag the conversation out until it blossomed into an ugly fight. "How can you say that? What about your delicious Mr.Cream Puff? You two seemed pretty sweet on each other, I figured he'd have taught you all you needed to know about loving older dudes!"

Oh duck, Marceline. Duck! Duck! Double Duck! She knew better than to go there, but went anyway. Maybe the awkwardness of getting along with Bonni had finally gotten to her? Maybe it was all the teasing? All she knew was that she felt she had to defend herself. It was like PB was in her head, mucking about with her every thought and emotion. Unfortunately old habits die hard. Thankfully, Fionna was there.

"Man loving is plain crazy, you're right about that." The more she listened to Fionna's story the redder her face got. It was bad enough to fall for someone! To be tricked by some love sick (in the head) female version of the Ice King? That must have done more than stung, it must have burned to the core. "Man Fionna, I'm sorry. That was really messed up! The Ice Queen sounds tons worse than The Ice King, he'd never be able to pull off being smoov." As Finn would say.

Although fully absorbed in Fionna's story, her own emotions feeling pretty junked up due to sympathy, Marceline was all the easier to get to."That's enough Bonnibel!" she meant to mutter it but it rolled like thunder. Really, being called on the blushing was the last crazy straw! Before Marceline could fully unload Fionna disarmed her with a nudge and a smile. "Yeah, just joking around!" She tried to laugh, to cover everything up.

Edited 2012-01-01 07:15 (UTC)

Bonni's eyes widened a little as Fionna opened up. So that's why the ruby sword was so important to her, it was a gift from Prince Gumball. "Was the Ice Queen just that cabbaged out spiteful that she wanted to show that she could flip you out and run you around in circles however she liked? Or was she just a nutzoid? Whichevs she sounds like as big of a butt as the Ice King!" She laughed, "Oh Marceline! The Ice King couldn't be 'smoov' if he sat on that ball that cures the lumps!"

And then PB had some time to spend rubbing at her eyes as Marceline taunted her for her naivete. She took it though, as gracefully as she could, and considered it payback for teasing her so much. Maybe it was affecting Marceline too. "Yes. I know. Mhm, I know Marceline. Okay, I know, I was patoot alright?! I can't always be smart about everything!"

Ugh, why did she even say anything about that? Now Marceline was laying into her about it and making a jab about...Her and Lady, getting down to it? That was.. Did Marceline just.. With kissy faces!? That, now that hit a nerve. A big one, one that Marceline probably didn't even know was there. Bonni boiled with anger, she couldn't hold back now, even with Fionna here. And now it was Creampuff?! For plum's sakes, she had spent ages tiptoeing around and not even mentioning Ash's name to Marceline, for this?!

"Is this junk for reals Marceline? I don't even use the nickname a certain jerk butt gave you, I never bring him up unless you mention him first, and this is the nuts how you return that consideration? For Glob's sake I'm not even saying his stupid name now, even thought I'm so pissed off at you! Just what distasteful things are you insinuating happened between Creampuff and I anyway!? I can assure you Marceline," Bonnibel stood up abruptly, mid sentence. She was a deep red and her hands were clenched all too tightly. Her voice was controlled, tight, steady in a volume well below a yell, but filled with venom. "That he did not teach me a single thing about loving older dudes!"

She sat back down, and rubbed at her temples. Her head throbbed and swam. Why did Marceline have to go there, of all places. She didn't even know there was a nerve there to hit and yet she smashed into it. Bonni lashed out, and made a wild stab in the dark, trying to get the same blind luck.

"He was a perfect gentleman, just so you know. And unlike some people he never did junk like, oh I don't know, stare at my chest while I was changing. If that dissuades any of your rampant jealousy, Marceline, you impossible butt." The venom was completely gone by the end of it, and she didn't even sound mad. At that point she just sounded tired and hurt. Very hurt. Her plate's worth of food was gone in a blink of an eye. She was a bit of a stress eater after all. Then PB curled up into a ball where she sat, and stared at the fire, the ache that Marceline had unknowingly unleashed still strong within her.

"Thanks for all the cooking you guys. The food was all kinds of good, and stuff."

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Oh man. Oh wow. She wished they had talked a little more about what the Ice Queen was thinking, but they couldn't now, she knew that. Those two had some thing, some weird thingy thing and they w2ere all mad and steamy and angry about it without really being able to just talk and be nice. What the plum? Was romance so complicated?

She shook her head. "You guys get too mad about junk. All this blob about who said who and who dated what. Man, we are SO not needing to talk about these guys and all. Look, its cold, we made a fire, and we're all glad and stuff. Who cares about nicknames and distasteful stuff? You guys are just awesome how you are talking and joking. Don't be all mad at each other. We're all friends and stuff!"

Without really thinking about it, she walked over, knelt beside Bubblegum and patted her shoulder. "Man, I dunno if Marceline stared at you or whatever, but I might. You are a pretty boombastic girl, and maybe you just made her all speechless and starey? I dunno, I might stare. Don't be mad!"

That had done it. There was a too far and Marceline had clearly gone well beyond it. Princess Bubblegum wasn't just cheesed off, she was ducking lumped off! If Friendship was as difficult to understand (and keep together) as romance at this point, something which always left Marceline confused. She wanted to back down. She needed to back down! But once the red started pumping through her it was almost impossible to control. All it took was that one little comment for them to go from laughing about the lumpy butted Ice King to wanting to verbally maul one another.

Any anger and will to keep the fight going was dampened by the nameless mention of a particular Mage. A particularly jerkish mage that had all but broken Marceline's heart. For the first time, maybe ever, Marceline visably recoiled. It wasn't the words that were like a slap, it was the expression on Bonni's face. If she were a Fire Pup her tail would be between her legs and her ears flat, she had junked up a good thing by being a dumbhole jerk. Maybe, just maybe, she had finally done something to make her as much of a dumbhole jerk as..Ash. The words being stubborn in coming out, she reached out for Marceline..a moment to late. She had already gotten to her feet and unleashed the full of her upset. Marceline..you've done it this time.

"You guys get too mad about junk," Marceline curled in on herself hearing that, posture from bad to worse. No ugh or whatever to be said here, Fionna was right. Fionna, whom she had interrupted. Was it not enough to make Bonni hate her? Did she have to be that way toward Fionna too?! "Don't be all made at each other, we're all friends and stuff!" The Vampire Queen doesn't cry, even when she really wants to. It was one of those times.

Picking up one of the apples off of her plate she crammed it into her mouth, not her usual way of draining red. But the gnawing was sort of a coping mechanism. Why did they care so much about all this junk? Everything was going so..well.

Yeah, Marceline was just sitting there quiet the whole time. Save for the occasional whimper disguised behind chewing.

Bonni braced herself, ready for the storm of anger that was sure to come her way. This was going to be awful, how on Ooo did she let things fall apart right after they'd all gotten along so well? She would choke back her anger, take whatever came her way and set things right, she had to do it. Well, maybe after a bit more yelling. Now come on Marceline, let's get this over with while the fires are still hot! And..Marceline didn't even yell at her. She didn't defend herself or lash out or anything. She just sat there, looking defeated, chewing on an apple. This wasn't fair! How could she stay mad at her, or even be mad at anything when she was like this?! Peppers she wasn't even eating the apple like she usually did. And Bonni felt like a monster. Sure Marceline may have pushed her over the edge, but she didn't know that she was doing it. And cabbage, she really had her own share of the blame for teasing the poor girl so much. Who knows, she may have even hit just as tender of a nerve as Marceline did with her retorts! She was awful, she felt awful, and usually she would sit there avoiding her feelings by stubbornly planting the blame elsewhere. But she had to make an effort, she had to make things different.

Bonnibel sat down next to Marceline, and spoke in a soft and distinctly sad voice, "Hey Marcy, do you remember that song you sang for me at the Door Lord's door? How you said you didn't want to always have to be the one to make up to me?" She took a long breath, and looked up at the stars. "Well, I remembered it."

She let the words linger for a second, and gathered her strength. Glob but this honestly apologizing business was hard! "I'm sorry Marceline. I'm really really sorry." She rested her head lightly on Marceline's shoulder, and sighed. "You just, you hit a nerve is all, but I know you weren't trying to. I didn't mean any of that junk about you being an impossible butt, or about you staring at my chest, okay?" She left out the jealousy bit, that was still debatable in her mind. "Fionna's totes right, right? We're all best buds, and sometimes best buds fight but we always makeup? Right Fionna? Right Marcy?"

And then, the impossible happened. PB giggled. She laughed, thanks to Fionna!
"Oh yeah, is that it? Did I make you speechless with my Glob given bombasticity Marcy?" She was teasing her again, sure, but not quite so hard this time. Maybe her voice was a little sticky sweet, but not as much so, and she didn't lean in close enough to be uncomfortable. She even gave Marceline a bit of a puppy dog look while doing it just to make sure she knew it was all just for fun, and brought Fionna into the fray. All she wanted was to see Marcy and Fionna laugh again, and with Glob as her witness she would make herself the target of the joke if she had to.
"Yeah, you're gonna stare too Fionna? At my supple bombastic-tasticness?"

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The awkwardness was not something that Fionna could be fine with. She saw way beyond the sniping and boyfriends and stuff to see that Marcie and PB were actually really close and liking each other in that way. She knew it, but they were sorta trying to tiptoe around it, which was just weird to her. What was the point of liking someone if pretending you didn't got you all upset and sad and junk?

She chuckled, and walked over and gave Marceline a playful shove. "You guys are dumb. You argue all the time or whatever. What for? You're both really cool and should just have fun and do stuff."

And at the chest part, she laughed. "Man, I don't even care about that junk. I have a lot of chest too, more than both of yalls, and you don't hear me complaining!"

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[Lights, Camera, Action!]

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Marcy is a butt and a half...

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