"You don't know what happened to your human parents either?" Finn asked, eyebrows raised, as he sat on one of the giant gumdrop chairs that Gumball had set up inside his ballroom for the celebration. Fionna only shook her head in return, sitting in the chair next to him, as they both raised their cups to their mouths to take sips of the chocolate milk they'd received earlier. "Freaky." Finn shook his head after taking his gulp.

"I mean, the mom and dad that I have- well, had, growing up, they were really great people," Fionna nodded, "and I wouldn't have Cake if my real parents kept me, so I guess it was sort of a cool thing that they didn't keep me. Sort of." She took another sip from her cup, before looking around, curiously, "Hey, have you seen Marshall? Or your vampire friend?"

Finn sat up, looking around for a second, as well, then proceeded to slouch again, "I guess they didn't come with us," he shrugged, "I wouldn't worry about it though. They're probably touching lumps or something, or whatever it is that happens after tier eight. We shouldn't bother them." He shook his head, "Marshall's a cool guy, right? Doesn't have evil wizard-y powers or whatevs?"

"He's a vampire, Finn."

"So… no evil wizard-y powers."

"Right."

Finn blinked, then took a sip of his milk again, leaning back, "They're fine."

Fionna smiled slightly, and looked over towards Gumball and Bubblegum in the middle of the ballroom floor, dancing along to MoChro and Lady's dulcimer/viola jam session as they played the instruments above them, in sync, their long body's floating towards the beat of the music.

"That's my honey." Cake nudged Jake, pointing up towards the dark creature, a proud smile on her face as she watched her silent boyfriend playing the stringed instrument.

Jake nodded in amusement, his arms crossed as he leaned over and pointed out Lady to her, "That's my honey. Isn't she wonderful? With all her colors and stripes all across the fifteen feet of her-"

"That's enough, boy, I don't need to hear the details of your girly's bod."

Over on the other side of the room, Lumpy Space Princess floated near the hor d'oeuvres table, hugging a bowl of chips to her chest, a dissatisfied look on her face as she watched PB dancing with Gumball, "I mean, it's not like I called DIBS or anything!" she tried to yell aloud, hoping the pair would notice, though they were too busy exchanging looks to acknowledge the lumpy girl's existence. Pouting, LSP grabbed another handful of chips and stuffed it into her mouth, "Whatever, I don't need you anyway. You can have him. See if I care!"

"Is something the matter, milady?" a voice rang, directed towards the purple princess.

"Wha- what?" LSP turned to her side, and her eyes glistened at the sight of a new prince, one of purple, lumpy posterior such as herself. He was beautiful.

"Dance with me." The prince presented his hand towards her, and LSP took it, in a daze as her eyes remained fixated on him as she was led to the dance floor. Lumpy Space Prince flipped a gold coin up towards MoChro, "Play us a slow tune, one of… romantic nature."

Following command, the monichromicorn began to play a slower song, Lady waiting a second to listen in before joining in with her viola.

Bubblegum paused for a second to watch, once the music changed, and she looked up at Gumball, sheepishly, "You should know that I don't exactly date. I'm never really gone from my kingdom for this long, actually; I never take vacations or breaks for anything."

PG only smiled, taking the princess's hand once more and guiding her through the song as they started to dance again, "And I respect such noble behavior. My people are quite important to me, as well. But, Princess, I must assure you… someone of your nature could run a kingdom so excellent, I believe it must be able to take care of itself."

"I…" PB scrunched her eyebrows, about to protest, but who was she to doubt her own work? She did, after all, have her banana guards and gumball guardians. Gumball was probably right. She nodded and smiled, "Thank you, really. That does soothe my worries."

Meanwhile...

Unlocking his front door, Marshall turned his head towards Marceline, "You sure you wanna stay here? Weren't you the one who said we've only known each other for a few hours?"

Marceline's arms were crossed and she bumped her arm to Marshall's as she shook her head and smiled, lowering her eyes at him, "Chillax, not like we're sharing a bed. Besides, can you really imagine me staying in a giant castle made of sugar?" she raised an eyebrow.

Looking up as if he was thinking about the answer, Marshall cocked his head, "I don't know, Marce, doesn't sound too far up your alley…" he said with a smirk, which was immediately wiped off his face the second Marceline's fist met his stomach. He hunched over, letting go of the doorknob to hold his stomach, "Alright, I deserved that."

"Yeah, you did." Marceline chuckled, floating past him to open the door, going in and flipping on the light switch.

"Who the lump are you?" a voice exclaimed.

Marceline scanned the room, looking around until her eyes landed on a female wizard standing in the doorway of Marshall's kitchen.

"I could ask you the same thing," Marceline felt slightly attacked, as the white haired girl fixated a gaze upon herself. What was her deal? And why was she in Marshall's house?

Marshall, startled by the sound of the familiar voice, immediately forgot about the pain from Marceline's punch and looked inside, then stood up straight.

"Ashley?!"

Two chapters in one day? Whaaaat?

I felt bad because I hadn't updated in a long time. Prepare yourself, because I got plenty of this story coming up for you guys! I got loads of free time now that I graduated high school, and I really want to give back to many of you who have followed and reviewed this, waiting for my updates even after a year and a half. I hope you enjoy what I've added on so far!