I woke up this morning to the sweetest review I ahve ever received. I don't make a habit of responding to specific reviews in my authors notes but the review was from a guest so I can't do it any other way, Timelordfionna you set me up to have a wonderful day today with your very kind words! Thank you so very much!

~NFE

Dear Journal,

Did I mention that being in this globbing infirmary sucks? Cuz it totally does. Fi snuck me out a few times to prank on PG. Ruining his cakes, knocking over his incompetent guards, leaving notes that say he smells like dog buns everywhere. That was pretty fun, but then we always get yelled at byDr. Get-Back-In-Bed-Or-I'll-Tie-You-To-It. Seriously, That doctor has some sort of death wish threatening me like that. Fi's been staying in my room through the night a lot too. I tell her to go get some sleep but she always passes out in the chair with her head on my bed and drools all over. Not that I mind. At least, I don't mind too much. As long as she doesn't get disgusting amounts on me. Well, even then I don't think I could bring myself to mind.

She tries to stay up all night with me. I know she shouldn't but I can't help myself. Also, I almost died or whatever, so why not indulge myself a bit and revel in her company? She tells me about all her daytime adventures, and all the algebraic things she found, and monsters whose butts she has kicked, and all the mud puddles she's rolled in. About all the candy she's eaten, the pile of laundry in the tree fort that's taller than her, the even bigger pile of dirty dishes. I tell her how you can't see any bone any more, and how Dr. IceCream is crazy annoying, how PG takes time to visit each day, and that I'm feeling better. She smiles and hugs me. I hugged her back and took the opportunity to snatch the hat off her head.

"Marshall Lee, you give that back." She pouted sleepily at me.

"Sorry, Fi, I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am."

"Mar-mar, that doesn't even make any sense."

"I know you are but what am I." she gave me a look.

"Seriously?" she asked, somewhat incredulous. I smirked

"Seriously?" I mocked back.

"Don't even make me get it myself." She glared and I just kept grinning at her. She stood up and reached over me trying to grab the hat from me. I yawned lazily and held it away to the side. She leaned over the bed, over my legs, lifting her feet up off the ground and swiping at it, still barely out of her reach. She scooted herself farther onto the mattress and I moved the hat just in time for her to miss and plopped it on my head. She sat up and pouted, sticking her lower lip out at me.

"Give me my hat, Marsh." she said red-faced, I wasn't sure if it was embarrassment or exertion.

"Come and get it, Fi" she lunged and tried to swipe it off my head but I was too quick for her. I snatched it and held it up above us and she crash landed onto my chest. Ow. I sucked it up though, and flashed my mischievous smile. She sat up, now straddling my waist and bouncing around, trying to get the hat I was keeping away from her. This way and that, struggling to reach up high or far to the side, trying to snatch it as I passed it behind my back to my other hand. Stretching and moving and writhing on top of me with the cutest little noises sneaking out of her mouth. I really don't think she understands what she can do to boys, cuz having a girl like Fi bouncing around on your lap is seriously distracting. Finally she pinned my arm to the wall and grabbed her hat from my hand and threw her arms up in victory. Every time the girl moved it sent a jolt of electricity through me. I looked up at her cheerful face and licked my lips and nervously scratched at my bite marks.

"Fi, I..." my voice came out strained and husky. And maybe a little weak. I felt sort of pathetic. Her face went pink as my arms laced around her and I hugged her tightly to my chest, inhaling that scent that was uniquely Fionna.

"Marshall... I... Wha.." I looked up at her face, an unsure expression painted under a bright pink blush, and I just stared. She leaned forward and, as her unruly blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders and into my face, she kissed me. Short, insecure, sweet, and innocent. Just a quick press of the lips. Momentary even. but it happened. It totally happened.

As she leaned back, she looked around and chittered nervously and yanked her hat back on her head.

"I should get home." she said, slipping off of me and off the bed, watching her feet sheepishly.

"Fi-bee, wait, I-" but her feet were too quick for my lame, thick, emotion-adled tongue to catch her. She had slipped through the door and vanished into the pink, pink hallways. Was this a victory? or a set back? Idek. I pressed my fingers to my lips, trying to savor the feeling I glimpsed for but a moment, her chapped lips pressing to mine. A bit clumsy, and all too sweet.

Marshall Lee