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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

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In the middle of changing Bonnibel had noticed Marceline's gaze for a brief second. She knew that she'd been seen, but she had just turned her head away, finished up like normal, and hadn't said anything. It wasn't a big deal right? It wasn't supposed to be a big deal and it wasn't going to be a big deal. Even now, sitting down getting ready to help with the cooking she kept repeating that in her mind, hoping it would do something good for her eventually.

"Wait, cat guys? My father used to tell me horror bedtime stories about an awful cat that had an 'approximate knowledge of everything' down in a dungeon near the kingdom. So the ones here aren't like that junk, and junk?"

That's right, Cake was a cat too wasn't she? Maybe they weren't all as strange and horrifying as that thing that had given her nightmares as a child. In truth she'd seen a cat, or a cat like thing, or something when she arrived, but had run away from it as quickly as she could. And Now she was starting to feel a little foolish for that.

"Fionna! What the nuts, that looks amazing! How the yams do you do it like that?" She said, jaw literally open from both amazement and hunger. How was Fionna so good at this?! And the tent was done already too. How was Marceline so good at that?!

"Hey Marceline, do you think that tent going to be thick enough to tell the sun to go get cabbaged in the morning?"

Bonni, now determined to make herself useful, picked up one of the fish and tried to pluck off the scales one by one. It didn't go too well. There was something junking up her brain! Something throwing her off and messing with her!

There was Marceline slicing apples to bits with her claws, and then there was Fionna trimming the pheasants like a pro. And here she was, plucking the scales off of a fish individually and wallowing in anxiety. She'd hurt her foot and had to be carried, she wasn't able to help look for their belongings or food, she hadn't helped set up the tent and now she wasn't going to be much help with cooking either.

Princess Bubblegum was good with science, accidentally turning everyone to zombies and running a kingdom. A kingdom that was sometimes populated by zombies, but still, a kingdom. She wasn't so good with survival skills, and camping and figuring out what the nuts was wrong with her emotional register. She usually didn't have the time to think about her emotional register! She just forged on, did her duties as a ruler and fought with Marceline. Now she just felt useless, frustrated, and confused.

"I wait, I look like him? Like Prince Gumball? I look like a prince?"

PB had an amusing idea in her head, and she ran with it. She stood up, and lifted a piece of her hair under her nose as a makeshift fake mustache.

"I am Prince Bubblegum!" She said in as deep of a voice as she could muster, which was hardly even a contralto. She changed the name, of course just to make sure it didn't upset Fionna. She was pretty sure she could get away with making fun of herself, and right now she felt like she had to make some sort of jab at Marceline, even as a joke, or she might just go mad.

"And you, Marcellus my good sir, are a butt! A butt of a man; A man butt!" She pointed to Marceline, wagging an acustaroy finger and snickering like an idiot. Again the name was changed to protect the innocent, and Fionna's feelings. PB had gone with the roots of Marceline's pre-war name, tracing it back to it's Latin origins and going to the closest male analouge. Sometimes it was good to be a brainlord.

And oh but did it not feel good to call Marceline a butt again, even as a joke! And it would be even better if she could get away with it! Somehow it eased some of that strange anxiety she was feeling about Marceline, about the hair and the hug and the..changing and UGH.

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Right then PB decided to quit getting so caught up in worrying about stuff and just do this junk. She graduated magna gum laude in glycomics with a minor in advanced princessonomy, of course she could figure out how to scale a lousy glob damned super stupid fish!

The poor fish then became the recipient of a lot of pent up emotion when Peebles got a hold of it. A stick was cleaned off, thrust in the fire quickly, and then furiously rubbed against the grain of the scales, prying them all off after just a few passes. Of course she aimed it so they would fall away from the fire and the cooking area.

And then PB gleefully skewered the fish with that very same stick, and presented it to Fionna and Marceline.

"There, that'll teach you to have scales you butt fish! Is this up to food safety standards Ms.Chef, and Ms.Sous Chef?"

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Fionna had to admit that these girls were, by far, a lot more fun ins some ways than Prince Gumball and Marshall Lee. There was no real comparison, and the latter would always ALWAYS be her bros, but watching these two and the way they seemed to be like a comedy act against each other cracked her up! It was a lot like remembering how she and Cake were though: how Cake would always do some crazy thing and Fionna would have to wrap her head around it, or how she would give Fionna some crazy advice that would end up backfiring somehow and making Fionna work extra hard to fix it! But it was fun, all of it, just like the two were now, making her laugh.
ESPECIALLY Prince Bubblegum.

"That's pretty kick butt, PB! You guys are a good team!"

What was funniest to her though, was Marceline blushing. She playfully poked the vampire queen in the ribs. "Man, you look so weird right now, all red. What the fudge. You guys are so bazonkers."

And at the mention of cats, Fionna brightened. "Cats are really math, man. Cake's parents were really cool, and Cake right now would totes be telling some crazy story by the fire. She was real good at that."

Fionna sounds a bit wistful here, of course: she missed Cake pretty badly, and the idea of what was to come bothered her more than she let on.

She did, however, patently make sure the fish was attended to, burning her fingers a little as she made sure it was properly deboned.

"Not bad, PB. So what do you think other human girls are like? Are we, you know, normal enough? I know you guys aren't experts, and who knows what queen nut jobs is after, but think I'll...you know, fit in and junk?"

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"The cats are like the birds, Bonni. I think they're here to be helpful or some junk!"

If either of them knew just how much it took for Marceline to get those two sentences out they would have no option but to quarantine her for epic poo brain. She was seriously feeling out of sorts, suddenly dealing with a streak of guilt. Guilt over what? There were a few things, yeah. A few things that she'd rather not let on to, no way! She cleared her throat, maybe too loudly, her business with the food done and was cleaning her nails as she as she could without getting a lot of ick on her clothes.

"They're not those kind of cats, nah! Don't freak yourself out remembering that weird stuff your old man used to say! Yeah, yeah! Stop worrying about the sun, Bonni!"

Now that was a topic that wouldn't be so weird to talk about, Father's being wrong! No wait, never mind that. There was a not so subtle difference between a conversation and a rant, something that Marceline was still learning. Too lost in her thoughts she didn't have full control of herself. Rather than her usual mocking laughter the vampire Queen gave a soft chuckle. Really? Bonnibel afraid of those silly night time stories? It reminded her of when she was small and still ate up every scary story she was told. She was lucky to have had Hambo to see it through it. Of all the things to think about right now, she was thinking of Hambo! He was small, warm, soft and her's! Hugging Hambo had a way of making everything bad take a hike. Funny, her arms had started to tickle and tingle again the more she thought about it.
"Marcellus?!"

For once she caught on, rather than plowing through and making matters worse. Not in the mood to keep thinking strange thoughts she leapt to her feet, moving into a sweeping bow. If things got too somber they would all be crying into their sleeping bags, which would be super embarrassing.

"I, Marcellus, think it is uncool of you to call me a butt! For that, Prince Bubblegum, I challenge you! For it takes a butt to know a butt!"

Man, talking like a brainload was hard stuff! Speaking of Brainlords, it was almost weird to see PB acting out and being funny! Bubblegum wasn't the only one feeling a bit weird in that moment. Sure, it was all in good fun! They were just trying to lighten things up! But the feeling that snaked it's way along her arms and up and down her spine told her otherwise. This felt wrong, out of place. But being as thick headed as she was, Marceline pushed forward, dancing where she stood. "A challenge at the royal ball! With the golden haired Adventurer to call the winner! What the what!? I..I don't look weird at all man!"

Oh snap, not there! Any place but there! At being poked Marceline totally cracked up, to the point of giving a loud snort.Once the 'wrong' melted away Marceline laughed long and hard, tears forming in the very corner of her eyes. Really, all the worrying and being afraid stuff was dirt balls! She spun a few times behind Fionna, singing and humming as loud as she could muster! There was something in hearing the other girls laugh that washed away the fear and made the night less dark! Even if they were doing their best to worry alone, they weren't alone. They could worry and ache silently; however, that wouldn't be allowed to last long. In being together they had a little piece of Ooo with them that couldn't be taken away! Falling onto her butt MarMar kept laughing only to stop. She watched Princess Bubblegum attack the fish in quiet awe. They hadn't been out of Ooo for longer than a day and she was seeing an entirely different woman than the one she thought she knew.

"That was pretty crazy fun though.."

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Fionna was finally opening up about Cake and Marceline was going to listen. They were all missing great big chunks of themselves. And like a knight, maybe even like Billy himself, Fionna had so far been nothing but encouraging and positive. You could say that it was human to hide the pain. But then again a human, a candy Princess and a Vampire Queen were all feeling the same emptiness of loss. Gnawing her bottom lip Marceline held back the question that was on the tip of her tongue.

"Yeah, who knew that a Princess could show a fish what's what like that!?"

And then it showed, through the tiniest of cracks in the surface: Fionna was worried. Not giving it another thought Marceline reached out, planting a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"I'd hope that they're like you, Fionna. For honest and for true."

She looked to PB, totes seeking back up.

"Right Bonni?"

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Prince Bartley Bubblegum twirled his mustache, and then made some silly, foppish flourishing hand motions that Princess Bubblegum probably thought princes made.
"Although your argument is based upon sound logic, I Bartley Bubblegum take offense, you rapscallion! You scoundrel! You rapscoundrel!" She said rolling her Rs dramatically. "I shall dispatch a team of researchers at once to disprove the very notion that it takes one to know one! But first, I accept your challenge! Fionnaghal the golden haired shall indeed bear witness to our duel. En Garde!"

Another name change, may as well go with the theme for everyone. This one was a bit harder, since she hadn't really studied ancient Gaelic names with quite the same intent, so she just went for phonetic similarity. Then PB struck what she thought was probably something kind of like a fencing pose, and lunged a finger at Marceline. She was...getting into it, even making the little 'clink'ing and 'clang'ing noises for the fight.

And it was...fun! It reminded her of when she was 13! For the second time, not the first. The first time was mostly studying, stress and being a little too clingy towards Lady Rainicorn, but the second time was bloobalooby. And, you know what, this was pretty bloobalooby too! And then, after a little while of fencing, she clutched at her side and stumbled backwards dramatically. Over dramatically!

"Marcellus, you have run me through with your rockingly awesome sword of awesomly rocking out. Fionnaghal, Marcellus, tell my wife the truth. Tell her that I have been having an affair." She leaned in, and whispered in a grave voice "With dudes!"

And there the life of Bartley Bubblegum, prince of the parliamentary monarchy of dessert, was brought to a tragic end by Marcellus the king of rock and roll, and vampires. And Princess Bubblegum collapsed onto the ground, laughing until it hurt to laugh, and then laughing some more.

"You think you look weird? Lemons Marcy at least you don't have a big pink mustache!" PB let go of the lock of hair that she had been holding under her nose. It lay there limply, until she yanked it away. It had been held there a little too firmly, and had already started to stick to her skin. Bubblegum hair was really a hassle like no other. "Oh peppers am I glad I wasn't born a guy, you guys. Shaving bubblegum hair seriously sucks cabbages!"

Right about then hoped, really really hoped that Marceline hadn't seen enough to make any jabs. She added an addendum just to make sure. "I don't know what I'd do if I had that junk growing on my face all the time!"

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It wasn't until Fionna pointed it out that Bonni noticed. Marceline was red wasn't she? She was blushing, and she had been off and on for a while now. Something clicked her mind, and her whole perspective changed. This wasn't just a point of amusement, or embarrasment if you happened to be Marceline, it was a point of data. And that datum was a piece of a puzzle that she didn't even realize was there until just now. PB was quick to distrust her intuition, but she was analytical. She was intelligent and she was capable of piecing things together when she approached them in the right manner.

There were a lot of potential causes and explanations, she reminded herself. There were numerous different conditions that could lead to that same effect, and there were so many uncontrolled variables at play, so it didn't necessarily mean anything, but Bonni liked this new outlook on things. Using her emotions she would keep getting junked up, confused and anxious. But using science and her analytical mind she could figure anything out.

She had already started compiling a list in her mind of every point where Marceline had blushed, or acted flustered since meeting up with her in this place, and each corresponding situation. Data data data, you can't make marzipan bricks without almond meal. She was going to have to make graphs and charts of this, oh yes she was, and it was going to be exquisite. Oh the the beautiful visual representations of information right there at her fingertips!

And...Oh clump, wait. Wait. Why was she quickly becoming so engrossed with mapping out Marceline's blush patterns? This wasn't just her usual love of graphs and charts here, there was some extra oomph that even they couldn't muster. And that said something, graphs and charts were an almost guilty pleasure of hers. The wind was gone from her sails in that very instant when she realized the implications of her enthusiasm. In the name of Glob and all that is Lumpy this was awful; she was going to have to start compiling her own data now too.

The tone then quickly changed to: More junk to chart up. Great. Who even gives a plum.

And then she dropped the whole thing. For now.

"Yeah well that butt of a fish had it coming! Having scales and all that cabbaged up junk. Who does it think it is?" PB looked over her work, and really she was a little proud of herself. She really had shown that fish what's what, that's what! "You wanna give it a try Marcy? Really it's a good way to kicks stress in the boingloings!"

And then when Marceline was giving Fionna some reassurance, PB slung an arm around Marceline's shoulder, and leaned in a little too close, "Hey what Marcy, when did you get to be such a smooth talker?" She said, with a wink and a little more honey in her voice than usual. And she watched. She waited and gave Marceline enough time to react.

"Marcy's totally right though Fionna. We'll be lucky if any of the girls can be as plummed up awesome as you are." Now she leaned an arm over Fionna's shoulder too, bridging the gap between the three of them. She would have her data soon enough, but now it was time to be reassuring, to be supportive and to just be there for the two of them. "I think you'll fit in awesome, and if anyone has a problem with you it's because they have nuts of bad taste, and nothing else! And it also means they'll get to answer to the princess of a new colony of the Candy Kingdom!" She motioned to the campsite with her chin, since her arms were occupied "And that goes for you too Marceline. If anyone gives either of you any trouble they can get, at the very least, SEVEN YEARS DUNGEON!"

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Of all the things she had expected, Fionna hadn't thought that the female counterparts of her closest buds could be so funny! It was almost effortless, the way she felt like she knew these guys, that she had her own adventures with them or could at least see how they would work. She laughed lightly when Marceline started to dance around her and Fionna, being just as ready to be silly, beat boxed a little, moving in place near Marceline, then doing a mock curtsy and swaying her ample hips around "Marcellus."

When it was over she laughing herself, and she realized she felt a lot better, maybe more than she had let on. It was one thing to be lost and alone and around humans you didn't know, but it was a different story to have friends, people she knew she could care about, with her. Of course she was missing Cake, how could she not? But if she was still with these two, it was all bearable.

"Thanks you guys," she said, smiling warmly at Princess Bubblegum and Marceline. "It's gonna be way more math to have you guys here, if I gotta be at the whims of some strange queen with her pervy fantasies. I never knew I'd meet, you know, girls that were a lot like my dude friends, but know I'm real glad that you guys are around and junk. Let's make sure we deal with this together."

She got up. "And I swear, if anyone messes with you guys, I will totally make them regret it! As the hero of Ooo, its my sworn duty!"