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[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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[This time with feewing]

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"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!"

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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.

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"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.

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"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."

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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.

Marcy is a butt and a half...

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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.

No arguments from Peebles!

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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."

Re: No arguments from Peebles!

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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!"

Re: No arguments from Peebles!

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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.

Re: No arguments from Peebles!

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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?"

Re: No arguments from Peebles!

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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!"

What time is it? Bazoobs Time!

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The storm built but never broke, something that was strange for either of them. It was so much easier to just get angry and act on it, wasn't it? No, that was harder at this point. The lines didn't need to be physically drawn in the sand for Marceline to know that she had crossed them. Even she wasn't sure just why she had backed off! It was like something had a hold on her stomach and was twisting it in hella knots. Even if she wanted to say something, which she did, her mouth refused to work them over. She just looked between Bonnibel and Fionna, her eyes two polished mirrors.

"Yeah I remember," Oh plum! Did that moment have to be dragged up in front of Fionna? Princess Bubblegum had seen plenty of Marcy's uncool moments, especially that night. Fionna, however, probably thought that MarMar was tough as nails-- which was generally the image she tried to forge. A soft gummy hand on her shoulder, there was no more room for introspection. Eyes still pretty blobbing large, she looked to Bonni, the look was one of shock ladies and adventurers! Apologizing? Bonni was..apologizing? "You aren't the only one that's sorry alright?" Difficult to say but she immediately started to feel better for it. "I shouldn't have said those things I said, they were sick rotten and messed up." When it came time to admit the fact that she had been staring, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth and refused to move.

She couldn't deny it anymore! Both Fionna and Bonni had pretty well caught her in the act. An Ice King level act of perversion! How junked up, cray cray and bananae was that?! "I'm sorry I peeped on you, alright? I don't even know why!" Not said in any way to put Bonni down this time. Just said so that both of the other girls could understand just how confused she really was about it. Liking someone was hard. Liking someone a lot was super hard! Especially when you don't know that you...
Never mind!

"Quit being so right all the time, Fionna!" Marceline spoke between fits of her own laughter. There was no going back now, she had admitted to being wrong and to perving the royal jelly beans! Swatting at Bonnibel she just kept laughing, all the anger and frustration gone. They were joking again, she was fine with that! "Yeah, yeah! Whatever Bonbon! Totally speechless! You want me to drool for you?!" She looked toward Fionna, sticking out her tongue. "I like dumb! We can be dumb together, forever!" The time for dumb had come! "Yours are bigger and a lighter pink! Fionna has a mad big chest!"

Bazoobs time! C'mon grab your...friends?! D:

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If Marceline was a fire wolf pup, then Bonni was probably a snow golem. Even though they seemed entirely predisposed to be at each others throats all the time, they sometimes managed to work things out. And really, with how quickly they stemmed the tide of that fight maybe they had learned a thing or two from those sandwiches. She nodded and gave every reassurance she could as Marceline gave her apologies, and then the topic came around to the peeping.

"It's, it's okay Marcy, you don't have to apologize for that. I only mentioned it because I wanted to say how sorry I was for flipping out and yelling at you over it, but I'm really not mad about that okay? I was just being a patoot and taking a low blow at you because I knew it would get all under your junk."

Bonni put her hands on her hips, and gave Marceline a saucy little grin. At least now that they were out of the angry, and anxiety ridden woods she could have a little fun with this! "Oh, yeah, you could drool a little Marceline! That is the proper and most socially acceptable response to checking out a princess' bod, just so you know!" Page 343 of the Enchiridion said as much. It also said... some other things.

"But Fi, I couldn't agree more!" She laughed, trying on a nickname for Fionna too. It seemed to fit pretty well, but she'd have to see how well it went over. Then she gave a little nod to Marceline, and kept the saucy grin. "Marcy, would you do me the honor of having fun, and doing stuff?"

Bonni took a few little glances at Fionna, and then figured the joking would let her get away with a more thorough look.
"What the plum you guys, Fi's bazoobs are bazonkers!" She, well wow she was pretty nicely shaped wasn't she? Fionna had a certain curvyness that was adorable, and all the while... attractive.

Oh Peppers. Well this was a fine kettle of swedish fish wasn't it? Bonni was, with a painful glacial slowness, finally accepting how she felt about Marceline, and now she was contemplating Fionna's attractiveness? And on top of that she'd teased poor Marceline until they both exploded at each other from... Well, she had to admit that it was from sexual tension. Probably enough of it that the Gnome Ruler may try and harness it as a power source for his nefarious plots. Really Bon, what is wrong with you? You're not usually... Like this.

"I'm really sorry to you too Fi, for getting you caught up in that ducked up junk. We were talking about some stuff before all that, right? You wanna get back to it?"

Re: Bazoobs time! C'mon grab your...friends?! D:

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Fionna did not miss a beat with those, and was finally glad that the tension between the two of them had dissolved. Really, they could argue a lot, but what was the point of being with a body if you didn't argue about dumb junk? She and Cake argued too, like when Cake left all those dead animals in her room as a "present," or when she would bug her about adventuring during that time of the monthies where she didn't want to and felt all achy and stuff.

Of course, Princess Bubblegum and Marceline were a different case in arguing anyway, but that was besides the point!

"Man, you guys are crazy, talking about that stuff! Prince Gumball never would, he was all proper and junk, and Marshall Lee did it all the time, just to get under his skin! It was pretty funny, but I'm glad you guys are comfortable and can just talk about anything. Heh, the Enchiridion! We have that in our place too, and it had all those naughty parts Cake wouldn't let me read."

Ok, when she had said they could talk abut anything, she had not imagined for a minute that she would be the topic of conversation, let alone her bazoobs! She reddened slightly. "Hey, man, I didn't ask for them, they can slow me down without the right bra and junk, and stupid pervy enemies keep staring at them when I try to fight them! It's annoying!"

Cake usually smacked them down though.

Man, it was great they had calmed down though, even if the subject of conversation was her stuff.

"But you guys can talk about them all ya want. I guess they are kinda big, huh? Wait...what were we talkin about before?"

Yeah... B(r)e(a)st friends! :D

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Fire and ice, that really described Bonni and Marceline well! While they were total opposites they some how managed to be close. Maybe Fionna was water? The element in between that kept the both balanced out? Without water the ice wouldn't exist. Without water the fire would rage on. Yeah, that seemed about right! "Yeah I understand," She swallowed hard, "-everything is cool now. We both said some junk we shouldn't have!" It wasn't the first time they had gone at it.

Then again, it'd be pretty foolish to assume that it would be the last. Rather than the last time ever it would be the last time for a little while? Yeah, that made more sense! Funny how these things worked out. The more you cared for someone, the easier it was to fight. It didn't matter if you avoided getting romantic, there would always be someone that you'd care enough for to get upset with.

"Yeah, I was so checking you out! I'm going to be totally for realsies here, you're always so covered up that it's hard to tell what is under there!" Especially when Bonni wore those white lab jacket that she adored so much. Ugh, the smile was just the right amount of saucy to make Marceline melt and laugh herself sick. "Yeah, I'll have fun and do stuff with you!" Okay, maybe there was a better way to have responded to that! One that didn't sound so..
Never mind!

Thankfully in the awkward moment of never mind Bonni had plowed forward, keeping the moment totally fun and relaxed. Rather than kick herself for what she had said and done, Marcy just went with the flow. They were all girls and stuff! Girls talked about this sort of thing, right?! They were finally back to talking about Fionna rather than fighting. Even if it was about her sweater puppies...er..kitties? Yeah, their minds were working in mysterious ways and going on all sorts of 'trips'.

"Yeah, those bazoobs are totally Algebraic! Probs from all the adventures they're able to stay up like that! Like they're under some levitation spell!" She laughed a bit, then went on. "Hey, there was a point when Princess Bubbleyum Bazoobs here was all prim and proper! Maybe PG had a hard candy shell too?" She snapped her teeth in Bonni's direction, "You just have to work at it until it gives and junk!" However, the more she heard about Marshall Lee the more eerily familiar he seemed. She knew someone that had a habit of being a butt, that tended to say things just to get all under someone's junk...
Marceline The Vampire Jerk!

"Hey, none of us ask for bazoobs, small or like woah! They just sort of happen! The weird isn't with bazoobs, it's with the creepo pervs that go all Nutsoids and junk over them!"

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Fionna really and truly had been acting as a medium between them, and PB was thankful beyond words. It wasn't a stretch to think that if she weren't here they would probably have gotten into a huge spat and gone their separate ways already. Bonni would be asleep in the snow clutching a wooden stake, and Marceline would be nervously chewing on the apples a few feet above her. Of course there was another possible outcome of the two of them being left alone together but it was...

...Bubbleyum bazoobs? Peppers and Cumin was Marceline... Flirting with her? In her own, interesting way? Is that what that was? She had to follow down that rabbit hole, but this time it wasn't a scientific process. She wasn't methodically teasing, observing and calculating, she was just being Bonni, with her unusual sense of wit and humor. "Oh, well you must have just been doing some field research then. I guess now you know there's no garlic or wooden stakes under there, huh? And oh! So you do want to have fun and do stuff with me? Oh dear, Marcy is that what they're calling it now?" She batted her lashes, put on her coyest of voices, stuck out her tongue and just had fun with it.

"Marceline's right Fi! Not everyone has the flipped up good fortune to have such levity, and an awesome figure like yours! I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm a little jealous of your stuff, Fi! And oh Lemons, you know that I never had a chance to be anything other than prim and proper! You try having Peppermint Butler following you around all the time, ready to flip out and remind you of how a 'proper bubblegum princess' is supposed to act, and other such junk."

This was a bit more like how Bonni was around Lady. When she had the language barrier to keep her safe she could open up a little and have fun. And for almost the first time ever she was able to do that with more than just that one person! It was, flippin' awesome, is what it was. "Cabbages, I bet it's the same junk for Prince Gumball and Peppermint...Maid? Glob if that's not a scary thought. I bet that he'd plop up and blossom into a nerdy, fun, (and pervy) flower too given some time away from all the stressed out junk, and junked out stress!"

Bonni laughed, a lot! She fell onto her back from all the laugher, looked up at the stars, and it felt great. And the weird thing was that she wasn't really lamenting being here, especially not with Marceline and Fionna. Sure she was worried about her kingdom, but she had a plan. In the morning she could get the birds to send a letter back home and appoint a proxy. And for right now it felt pretty good to not have to worry about being Princess Bubblegum, and just be herself, and have fun.

"Cabbages, cauliflower and candy corn you guys what were talking about before we got distracted by the power of Fi's Bazoobs? Oh nuts what was it... The Ice Queen?"

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Being a medium was not something Fionna minded, especially when she really had no concept that she was that at all. In her estimation, people argued and fought over junk, but it never had to be anything too upsetting, once you knew what you were really mad about. It was why she and Cake got along, and she bet it was like how Finn and Jake did too.

WOW though, those guys were definitely taking about some stuff that made even Fionna feel a little giggly. "Man, you guys are totes crazy, with the flirtin and stuff. But its not, you know, pervy to me or whatever. I dunno why. It's more...well, sweet, I guess? You guys are just fun."

And of course, tomato face is back in full force. "I'm not...I'm just...t-thanks guys. Heh, you pervs. I kinda like you though, PB. You're pretty cool!"

She is still just fifteen, and definitely not used to people telling her she looked good or that she was pretty. The perv comment was definitely a joke though.

Fionna shrugged. "I dunno man, he always seemed pretty happy and junk. I can't really imagine him being nerdy and fun and stuff."

At the mention of Ice Queen, her face darkened with annoyance. "Fine. What do you want to know about that...about her?"

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Maybe she was? Maybe she wasn't! There was a lot about relationships of any kind that Marceline had long since lost grasp on. Usually she filtered her feelings through pranks, songs and snark. At the moment she had none of her usual 'weapons' armed and she was just being herself and saying things as they came. While it made some things much easier for the moment it was sure to make a number of things more difficult down the line.

They were blushing, laughing and generally just hanging out. It would ruin the moment to put too much thought into what she said or what she did. That left the option of go with it. Going with it was, for sure, better than spending the night in an emotional quagmire. "What the hey hey! It isn't like I got a super good look at them!" Her smirk returned from it's hiatus, "Unless you're saying that you'd totally let me get a better look?" What the lumping duck, Marceline! Zip it! Just zip your lip, right now! Yeah, her face felt like she had stuck it into the roasting pit. Wait, no! Stop that Marceline! You are not The Pervert Queen! Why was she nodding in agreement with Bonni's comments about Fionna's womanly shape and bits?! "Yeah, we're being cray cray and having fun!" She had to force the sentence out, which of course warped fun to sound like FUH-UN again. She could flirt, sure thing. But it was still another thing to openly admit to wanting to chew the gum or rub the bunny.
Wait, what?!

If age was an issue, and it probably was, the only person too old for the room was the Vampire Queen. Which, yeah, had crossed her mind. Sometimes it was easy to forget that the Princess was still a young adult and Fionna younger still. "BonBon is right. It can't be easy being royalty and all! You have to be proper and follow all the rules, even the rule that says smile even when you don't mean it." Yes, Marceline was well aware of the little details like that. She had seen Bonni force many a smile, being ruler wasn't all fun and games. Marcy glanced to Bonni who was laying on the ground and laughing, a funny thought dancing through her head. Sure, Bonni had been thirteen again. Sure, she had been able to have fun and laugh like this then. However, it didn't last long enough. Maybe this being kidnapped this wasn't so bad?
Wait, what?!

Rather than a nerve being hit, a live wire was hit. Fionna went from being happy and upbeat to being..not. Yeah, suddenly it was a bit uncomfortable. Finn would laugh and joke about the Ice King no problem. Fionna, however, suddenly became icy and annoyed when the Ice Queen was mentioned. "Only if you totes feel like talking about it, Fi." She jerked her head in the direction of Fionna's plate. "Your grub is getting icy."

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PB caught herself when Fionna mentioned the two of them flirting. Was she being so obvious that Fionna caught on to it? Or maybe Fi was just more observant than her male counterpart. She was sure that the jig would be up now that it was spoken out loud. Marceline would realize what was going on and stop this none-sense, but she didn't. Actually she said something even more pervy than before. Marceline was flirting with her, and not too subtly at that. Bonni's little bubblegum heart skipped a beat, and she eagerly tossed the gumball of conversation back to Marceline's increasingly perverted court. (From her own increasingly perverted court) "Oh, well Lemons Marcy I'm going to have to give you a better look aren't I? When I change into my nightshirt!"

"That's right, we're not being pervs Fi! We're just being buds, and having fun!" Bonni chimed in, in agreement with Marceline. And really she meant it. Well, okay maybe she was a bit of a perv under everything, but it's not like she was coiled and ready to pounce on Poor Fionna or anything. she was definitely aware that there was an age gap, although she could tell that it wasn't quite as severe as the one between her and poor Finn.

Bonni nodded as Marceline talked about the burdens or rule, and gave her a sad little look when the forced smiles were mentioned, one that said something along the lines of 'you noticed, huh? ' "It can be total dirt balls! It gets under your junk and all in your stuff, no matter who you are!"

And then her heart sank. The light slipped right out of Fionna's face in an instant, all because of something she herself had said! Glob almighty, was this how terrible she had made Marceline feel when they had that fight just a minute ago? Great Bon, now you managed to say something dumb and get under Fi's junk this time. Just when things had calmed down. Good work! Way to go! Usually you're more careful Bon. Maybe being wrapped up in rules is something you need to keep you from saying stupid stuff. Maybe you're better off having Peppermint Butler chide your every move to keep you from being a huge butt.

"I.. Fi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up any uncomfortable stuff." Her face was a little crestfallen when she talked to the girl. Wait a minute? Was this a repeat of her previous work? Did she and Marcy tease Fi a little too much? Peppers and Cumin she was just messing up left and right today. She was thinking too much, that was always her problem. And maybe she was a little too caught up in Marceline, and hadn't been paying enough attention to Fi. And maybe her attempts to fix that just backfired on her.

"Do you want me to warm that stuff back up for you in the fire, Fi? I can make sure it stays totes juicy?"

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The flirting wasn't BAD, it just felt weird, sorta watching it and just seeing how it worked between two people. That had always been the awkward thing of trying to figure it all out for herself, and of course considering how Prince Gumball was, it was all in all sorta painful.

"You guys are total pervy buds then!" She said, laughing. Of course she didn't mean it, she was more than happy to be around these guys. Whatever hey were doing was their own thin, but they were still Princess Bubblegum and Marceline.

She shook her head. "No dudes, its ok. It's just...the last time we tussed and stuff, she was doing some glopped up stuff, messing with my heart guts. I'll talk to you guys about it later, I just...don't really wanna talk about it, I guess. Yeah, please warm the food up."

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Well, that line of thought died a firey death. Marceline just stared at Bonnibel, her eyes super wide. They were playing off of each other a bit too well, even if it was in hopes that they'd one up the other and the whole conversation could be washed away with a good laugh. She was flirting and being flirted with, there really was no denying it was there? A strange ringing in her ears it took Marceline to regain her verbal chops. "We're all sleeping in the same tent," was the best that she could come up with. Yeah, maybe it was time to stop that for the night?

Yeah they were buds! Which really was strange, given their past and their social roles. Marceline couldn't help but wonder, actually fear, that their getting along was just a product of their being away from OOO? What a lumping messed up thought to have! It took almost all of Marcy's energy not to fall into a contemplative silence. "Yeah, fun!" With that she laughed it off, draining what red she could get from the food on her plate. It wasn't often that she drained something that had been cooked. Really, it tasted a lot better some how! Hot red was great!

"Yeah, no big!" She flashed both Fionna and Bonnibel a gentle smile. The subject clearly wasn't the best one for right now. Eating and sleeping, they needed to get those out of the way and then maybe try again? "We probably should finish eating and catch some sleep anyway!" She looked up at the sky, able to see that the snow was making it's way toward the ground at the same rate as before. If they stayed outside too much longer they were going for be hella sick in the morning.

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And the ball that was tossed into Marceline's court fell flat on the ground. Bonni stared off for a second, trying to regain her footing. Maybe Marceline had gotten self conscious after all? 'For the love of Glob, Bon. Are you going to try too hard and chase her off now? Or are you just revert back to being too much of a coward to do anything? Just like you've been with...'

Bonni cut the thought off abruptly; she didn't want to hear it, or even think it. That nagging anxious inner voice of hers was getting louder, more obnoxious, and that probably meant that Bonnibel was probably physically and emotionally tired. Maybe getting the plop to bed should be a pretty high priority, and maybe they were all just worn out? Without any further anxiety she put Fionna's portions onto some freshly cleaned sticks, and back into the fire for a bit. Just long enough, she hoped, to get them nice and hot again. "I really totally understand that Fi. We can talk about that stuff whenever, and if-ever you're ready okay? Here you go, let me know if these need any more warming."

And then after serving Fionna's food up, and without a word Bonni slipped out of her clothes, and into her nightshirt. She decidedly didn't make a fuss over it, or even tease Marceline again. It was a little colder in just that short sleeved shirt, but she wouldn't be out in the snow for much longer. And, with a little work, she took charge of her emotions. She was used to that anyway. Taking her emotions by the reigns and leading them to where they needed to go was practically a daily occurrence for her. Bonni brought her sunniest of dispositions back into focus, after all they were just tired, and nothing was wrong. This was the most fun she'd had since, well, since she was thirteen for the second time! She found a new and awesome friend in Fionna, she had resolved some of her own emotional junk and, Peppers and Cumin, she even got to flirt a little! And if that had really bothered Marceline, then Lemons, she wouldn't have been flirting back now would she? Bonni realized that she should be happy right now, not worried and filled with self doubt! And, well, really she was happy, wasn't she!

"Right, right, yeah you're totally right Marcy, we really should! Lemons and limes I can't even think of the last time I was able to stay up this late, and I don't even know how the plum late it is! And besides, there's some stuff I need to do in the morning, when the birds are back."

Bonni leaned up, and gave Fionna and Marceline both hugs, one at a time, and then a big one with all three of them. "Fi, Marcy, thank you both for finding me out in that glob forsaken snow. You both totes saved my buns tonight. And, yeah, we did have a cabbageload of fun! More fun than I've had in the longest time, you guys. And I really mean that."

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Fionna nodded. She really hated getting her female compatriots feeling awkward, but that was really something she wanted to keep to herself for the moment. Her feelings on the matter were constantly in flux, and she hated keeping it, but she needed to think about that a little more.

She chewed her food a bit more, but once it was announced that everyone was going to try and get some sleep, she was more than happy to just finally sleep. These guys...they were friends, and she cared about them.

"Sure," she said, and then hugged her and the other girls. At least she wouldn't sleep alone.

She looked over at Marceline. "All of us in the same thing?"

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Sleep not only meant letting their bodies rest, it also meant a good rest for their minds and hearts. The day had been emotional on so many levels that if any one of them wasn't drained it was a miracle! Marcy was super ready to put everything to rest, for now.

With all that had come to light about Bonni (and herself) it felt strange to see the darkness that lurked just under the surface with Fionna. It wasn't the time or the place to get into it, but Marceline couldn't help but think about it while she took to cleaning up after herself. Just how was it that someone could go from happy-go-lucky to almost depressed in a matter of seconds? The answer was simple yet complicated for the sheer amount of unknown details: It was The Ice Queen. While Fionna finished up her food Marcy dug a hole in the ground, a place for them to toss their food scraps and junk.

"I don't mean to be a total kill joy," Said while she was busy hugging her two favorite people back, giving them the best squeeze that she could manage. "-but we have a walk that is glob knows how long to do in the morning." Alone? That was a thing that would, from here on out, be voluntary. Neither girl had to face things alone unless they really wanted to.

Kicking some dirt onto the pit, due to knowing about the wild bears, Marcy looked back at Fionna with a nod of her head. "Sorry dude, they only dropped one tent." She glanced in the tents direction, not seeming too worried about the arrangement. "But there are three sleeping bags, three pillows and a pretty heavy looking blanket we can share." She winked, "First person in there gets dibs!" Of course she was planning to be last. That way she could clean up the camp site and feed the fire just enough so that it provided some heat to them while they slept.

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"It's too cold to sleep separately, anyway." Sure she would normally be having a fit of anxiety over sleeping in the same place as Marceline, but she was far far too tired for that. And besides, she hadn't shared a bed with anyone since she was little, and the thought of having her friends there through the night was comforting. It was like a sleepover! Glob everlasting this was like being thirteen again.

Bonni folded her day clothes a little too neatly, and stuck them, along with her crown in the corner of the tent. No sense letting them get all wet and cold from the snow, right? "Gute nacht meine freunde!" She poked her head out of the tend, and waved sweetly. It was probably a sign of her exhaustion that she had defaulted to talking in German.

She slipped into the closest sleeping bag, and yawned. Bonni had planned to get up in a bit to drape the blanket about, and ready the other bags, but she needed to lay there for a minute first. It wasn't until then that she realized just how sore and tired she really was. Her legs ached, her back ached, and her foot was still felt a little weird. Correction, everything felt a little weird. Maybe this whole day had just been a weird dream? She caught herself seriously wondering if she would wake up in her own bed, and then have a good talk with a round of therapists to try and understand this thing. She wanted to lay awake thinking, running through the day and analyzing every last detail, but before she could even get up to set the blanket Bonnibel Bubblegum had fallen asleep.

(OOC: The follow up thread, starting the next morning has already started here (http://queenoflogs.livejournal.com/48593.html), since this thread has only a couple of posts left.)