The summer days were blowing hot winds in the grasslands of Ooo, in these grasslands stood the great big tree where Finn sat on the porch writing notes down.
"Sweetie?" Marceline said from the door. "Eric has been overworking himself again. . . I worry for him."
"I myself am overworked, Princess Bubblegum's taxes are increasing and without keeping a stable finance with Adventuring like the old days i have to keep up with tithes," Finn said in a businesslike tone before realizing himself. "Sorry Marcy, i just-"
"Please Finn," Marceline said softly putting a hand on his shoulder as his head fell down.
Finn's head fell down with a sigh, hands over his head.
"I know, but how can I be a hypocrite? 1 We have no money, treasure these days can likely be cursed, God reclaimed the amulet of the Lightosphere so i have no protection, and must over work, you know how Eric is the sweet young man. . . 'I'll take a break when you do father' " Finn said shaking his head as Marceline lightly rubbed his shoulders.
Finn reached for his water before it spilled all over his letter.
"Ugh! CRAM IT TO THE BUTTERNUBS!" Finn said evading swearing. "Oh give me patience." He muttered.
"Leave it to dry, that ink doesn't smudge luckily," Marceline said laying the paper flat. "Now go speak with your son
Finn rolled his eyes and stretched opening the door and grabbing 2 fresh cups of coffee from the pot before making his way up the stairs and knocking with his foot. Finn heard muttered complaints and paper shuffling before a very exasperated "Come in" Was given.
"I brought you some coffee." Finn said as he pushed the door open.
Stacks of books rose all around the room reaching the ceiling, which was saying something given that this was his and Jake's old room.
"Thank you dad." Eric said calmly as he continued writing.
"What are you working on?" Finn wondered peering over his shoulder.
"Just- my- diary." Eric said writing a word with each one spoken.
He smiled up at his father before taking the cup. Eric was built like his father, thin arms and legs, he had his skin tone, but his hair was dirty blonde unlike the golden blonde hair his father had.
"So i heard you might be working on a little more then just your diary?" Finn said leaning on a wall drinking his coffee.
"Yeah, well nothing wrong with the lord's work." Eric said simply as he leaned back drinking his coffee.
"But one should have fun in their free time." Finn responded.
"Like Eileen?" Eric said lowering his glasses.
"What's wrong with your own sister?" Finn said frowning and raising an eyebrow.
"She looks at life as a game, when it's a privilege, and a job." He said putting down his coffee and pulling out some notes.
"Life, is life, and it's how we choose to live it, that decides who we are, no one lives a perfect life son, and i doubt anyone can, your life won't be perfect if you work yourself to death." Finn said gesturing to all the stacks of notes, pictures and tomes.
"Life is most certainly not perfect if you spend it cavorting with water nymphs." Muttered Eric darkly.
Finn gave Eric a darker look.
"How dare you." Finn said shaking his head. "You hold pride son, let it go before it consumes."
He left the room, however Eric did not show regret, he simply continued his notes hanging up pictures on strings taken from tomes