Marshall Lee hung his head in his hands slightly, gathering his thoughts a little longer. He was confused, but he wasn't sure how to go about explaining himself. "Fionna," he started hesitantly, "my mom sent me a letter. She said she wanted to talk to me," he finished, and looked up at the blue eyed girl, who looked about as befuddled as he was. Cake shifted on the couch, having come down from cooking to investigate the situation.
"Ohohoh, that doesn't sound good," the cat mumbled worriedly.
"Haven't you told her you don't want to rule the Nightosphere a million times?" Fionna asked, standing up and pacing slightly.
Marshall Lee nodded, "I've tried to tell her, but she's persistent, and I don't know what to do anymore. Every time I refuse she gets angry at me, but I just don't want to have to take on role of king!"
Fiona, still pacing, put on that little "thinking face," the one that Marshall found insanely cute, and after a few seconds, she looked back at him. "Well, if you want, I could be there with you, and we both can make it clear to her. Two heads are supposedly better than one, so why not?" she said with a defiant smile.
A grin tugged at Marshall's lips. This was the Fionna he loved. If there was a friend in need, she was there to help, and boy was he grateful. "Alright," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "My house, tomorrow?"
Fionna replied with another smile, one that lit Marshall up inside, "Sure."