FP burst out of the castle and headed in a random direction. She took a long, zig-zaggy road that went around boulders and over lava pits. I dodged the best I could
from a few yards away, but she'd picked a flippin' obstacle course for bats. Since I wasn't confused enough, she then somehow walked into a volcano. What the
hell, man? Bonnibel totally owed me one. Anyway, I decide to fly in the top, but there's only one spout and it's skyscraper-tall. I hung over it for a while, trying not
to get torched by the jets of steam shooting out. By the time I got in, I really needed a smoke. And since I had no orders not to interact with her... I decided to
make a decision.
She sat on a boulder in the center of the cone. Lava burbled sluggishly around her as trails of steam rose from her cheeks. Flame Princess hugged her knees to her
chest and stared at a lump of cooled magma near the mouth. Until it started to float down toward her. She jerked back, eyes wide.
"Chill, FP," said Marceline, in humanoid form, "All I wanted was a light."
She totally did light me up with a finger. It was awesome.
"Thanks, Princess," I said. Then I noticed she still had crying-face, so I was like "You okay? Do I have to beat up Finn for making you cry?" That made her cry
harder, so I felt like Simon the Ice King trying to be a therapist. I was about to apologize awkwardly when she said, "Does it mean he doesn't like me anymore if he
forgot me on our anniversary?"
"It means he's an idiot," I said. "And doesn't deserve you."