Marceline floats through what looks like a crispy, slightly wrecked Candy Kingdom.
As you come closer, you see a pink women in a formal dress, you approach her and wrap your arms around her shoulders. She jumps a bit, obviously not knowing who is embracing her, but gives a slight smile when she realizes it's you.
"Yo," you say, "I heard about the Cinnamon Bun incident."
She sighs,
"Yeah."
"If I can ask you something," you say, "Why didn't you just let him keep the nightlight?"
"Because I wanted to help him. He needs to toughen up and not get hung up on irrational fear."
"But you get scared. You have fear Bon, I've seen it."
"I'm scared of things that could actually happen though, like death. The dark won't hurt Cinnamon Bun. It can't harm him."
"Sometimes, we fear the irrational things, because the plausible things are too big and scary to face."
Bonnie considers this and thinks for a while, and then she gives you a kiss on the cheek which makes you blush.
"What was that for?" you say embarrassed, rubbing your cheek.
"For being insightful in a place I'm not," she says, "emotion."