Chapter 6:
Blargetha awoke in a darkened room, half afraid she was in the Night-O-Sphere. There were no demons gnoshing on her, though. More to the point, her arms and legs still seemed to be working. Momentarily, a heavy form was squeezing her, hard enough to hurt. It took a moment–and the sounds of sobs–to realize that it was Hurletta. This is getting to be a really bad habit, thought the evil genius. "Ok," she said. "What the fuck happened, and how did I get here?"
Hurletta drew back from her. Rising, the plush princess went to the sconce and turned up the light there. They were back in Blargetha's shack, of all places. And there was a man outside the door. The evil sister felt her unease rising. She had a little of her freedom back. There was always Finn's ugly little gift buried deep in her chest. Indeed, she really couldn't help reaching up between her heavy boobies and feeling the scar there. Hurletta noticed it immediately and glanced away in worry and shame. Her husband did that, and it was half out of rage at Blargetha for her behavior. Theirs was a complicated web, wasn't it?
"He's dead," Hurletta rumbled. Blargetha frowned up at her. 'Letta's voice sounded... brittle. Memories came slowly drifting back. She'd feared she was going to check out–that the fucker holding her head under the water was going to succeed in drowning her. Somebody had jumped on him, but she hadn't really gotten a good look, as she'd been too busy struggling for her life. The look on the older sister's face said it all.
Fighting limbs that didn't really seem to have any strength, the younger sister climbed out of bed. Hurletta caught her when she would have fallen on her face, and Blargetha threw her arms around her sister and hugged her, while the pair cried their eyes out. "I'm sorry," Blargetha babbled. "I'm sorry for being a burden." Hurletta felt heat come to her face. She was blaming herself. She was the evil sister–with a hundred people wanting her dead for various things she'd done the last couple years. At the same time, this wasn't an excuse for someone to murder her.
"W-we're going to be ok," Hurletta said. She made her sister get back into bed, then drew the covers up over her. Kneeling beside her, the older woman said, "your vacation's extended. Rest now." Blargetha frowned up at her. The next test fire was coming up fast." "It's tomorrow," Hurletta responded, "but I told Starchman to handle it." When her sister protested, 'Letta said, "Drew's orders, dear. You're to stay in bed. Someone'll be coming to look in on you before you're allowed back at work." Rising, the plump woman said, "I'll be back in the morning with breakfast."
As Blargetha stared up at the darkened ceiling, contemplating the strange way the world turned, far to the east, the father of her child stood in the doorway of his brother's house, staring down at his brother. Jake stared up at Finn, surprised to see him there. The deck had gotten finished–mostly–and Finn had gone back to Bronwyn's place. He'd expected that to be that.
"Mind if I come in," Finn asked? Jake stood aside, as the big man walked into the house. "You missed breakfast," Jake rumbled, as he followed Finn back towards the kitchen, with the pair dodging around piles of this and that. Really need to get organized, thought the stretchy dog. The place looked junky.
Arriving in the kitchen, Finn greeted Samantha with a pleasant, "hey, Sam. How's the ankle?" "It's fine," the curvy dog responded. The big man helped himself to a seat near the back window. Jake was almost surprised to realize that his little brother hadn't brought the ever-present shadow that followed him everywhere he went. Out in the car, maybe, he thought?
The stretchy-dog got his little brother a coffee before joining him at the table. Sitting there, sipping at coffee, his blue eyes doing that dangerous soul-searchy thing, Finn regarded his brother from across the table. He was creeping Jake out, and Jake halfway wanted him to split. He'd been planning to wander into work to make sure the candy peeps were doing their thing today, though that had become less and less of a problem the last couple years, strangely enough.
"I brought some things for TV," Finn announced. It was out of the blue. Nodding at the hallway, the big man said, "got them out in the car. I got him some clean clothes... Cupcake... threw his stuff out on the street." Jake glanced away. He was supposed to go see TV. He'd been hemming and hawing on that. "I thought you and I could go down and drop them off and see him," Finn suggested in amiable tone.
Jake turned a glare on him, and Samantha could feel the tension ratcheting up. And me with a busted ankle, she thought. Finn took another sip of coffee, then sat there, rolling the cup back and forth. His tone was amiable. Jake wanted to tell him to go back to Bronwyn's place or get lost. Glancing out the window, the big man rumbled, "I'm mending fences. I... There's a lot of times I could have checked out the last few years, Jake. I didn't want to leave the world with you still mad at me." Jake glanced down at the floor, feeling two-inches tall.
Far to the south, Melinda Griffin woke to the soft sounds of the strange man in the bed beside her. Rolling over, her mind clouded by sleep, she tried to figure out what had woken her because she'd drank a whole bottle of wine last night. It took a few moments for her to realize it was her phone buzzing. Then it took a few minutes more to realize where she'd put the damned thing. Clawing her way out from between the sheets, the wax-hustler padded over to the block of wood that served as a nightstand and snatched her phone off the charger.
"Go," she muttered. "What took so long," demanded Gordon Wells? "I was taking a shit," retorted Melinda. "Is that a failure now too?" She was pushing, but she was getting a little tired of this treatment. She halfway wished he'd just get it done and bury her because she was tired of her current existence.
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. The wax-hustler breathed. In. Out. He could be texting one of the men at this site even now. They could be poised outside, waiting to burst in. She knew she was under surveillance. She was watched night and day, and the stranger more so. They were dangers to Insight. Melinda knew far too much, and the prince had a dangerous power that could do them a great deal of harm.
"Tolliver screwed the pooch," growled Gordon. "Need you in Coca Kingdom by the end of the week. There's a ship swinging by to get you." Melinda said nothing. Her eyes went to the man laying among the sheets. "Melinda," growled the master spy. "Are you listening?" "I'm listening," she replied. "What about Case Delta?" "I'll be sending someone to keep tabs on him," Gordon replied.
"Ok," Melinda responded. "What am I doing? Tolliver was supposed to keep the rocket-base from getting finished." Though, clearly, things had gone tits-up with the job if Gordon was calling her. "He was also supposed to bring me that slime bitch," Gordon retorted. "He fucked it up. That fat slob, Coca Princess, tried to off Princess Blargetha, and Tolliver egged her on to do it." Melinda cringed. She didn't see how that was possible. Blargetha, as far as she knew, was the one person who had the ability to rebuild the smashed rocket-base the stoners in Coca Kingdom believed to be a temple. You had to fuck up pretty badly to somehow convince their leader that the one person who could do the job was her mortal enemy. But Tolliver wasn't their best.
"Roger," she said. "I'm on it. I'll be waiting for the ship..." Gordon signed off, leaving her with silence and the soft sounds of Jay Mertens' breathing. Her job, at the moment, was supposed to be keeping tabs on him. Right now, she wasn't in good odour with even her sister, with Eisthir keeping her distance and refusing her texts and calls.
She couldn't honestly have told you why she decided to seduce him. Oh, there was the idea that she could control him using access to the cookie. That was what a spy was supposed to do, after all. At the same time, there was something wrong even there.
He wasn't very good.
Her mind kept wanting to compare him to his father, who'd kept her shockingly well-satisfied, and she knew that was a dangerous direction to be going in. She was becoming obsessed. She'd become obsessed with the man who'd possessed her, kept her hopping and jumping to his will, then dumped her like she was a nothing. She'd bounced back and forth between lust and rage, and now she was settling into a smoldering hate. She wanted to cut his fucking balls off and hang them from her keychain. Did she dare admit it, this was a throwaway fuck meant to get back at a man who was untouchable. Get it together, Melinda, the spy thought. She had to get it together, or she really would earn that TOS order.
Shaking off those ugly feelings, the spy got to work. First order of business was to get her shit packed. She'd hand this stiff off to Fitzroy. Fitz would have the job of keeping an eye on him, while he tried to pull something useful out of the bastard. Even here, she felt like she'd been failing. And that led to the thing that was really painful. What if she wasn't beautiful? What if she really didn't light men's hearts on fire? She'd been struggling with bouts of fear and depression because none of her feminine wiles seemed to work on either father or son.
As the spy-girl slipped out of her shack to gather up her gear, Finn the King opened the flophouse door for his brother before following Jake the Dad inside. The flophouse was as bad as such places got, with bugs crawling on the walls as Jake walked down the hall with his brother at his side. It made him sad that his boy was living here in this. He felt like a failure. Dressed down in jeans and a light jacket, Finn walked along at Jake's side, saying nothing at all, though his presence said everything that needed saying. Finn loved Jake's kids more than Jake did. It felt that way.
Going down the stairs into the basement, Jake found his nose wanting to run. The stench was pretty ripe down here. Unwashed candy-people smelled like sweet-and-sour garbage, and the building itself was starting to go rancid. Almost Jake stopped and turned around. He didn't want to see his kid here in this, but he feared what Finn would think of him.
"This is it," Finn announced. He'd gotten the address from Pearl after pleading with her for a half-hour. The curvy warrior-girl hadn't been all that interested in talking to him or talking about TV. She'd cut ties with TV and his family and moved home to the Warrior Kingdom. Part of Finn was glad of that. He was uneasy about the business of girls shaking their asses for thirsty dudes. He was a guy with three grown daughters and a trio of granddaughters who were vulnerable to that life.
Jake stood there staring at the door, looking as though he wasn't going to make that move. Finn resolved the issue by reaching out and knocking. It took a bit. The pair found themselves cooling their heels, waiting there in the hall. Finally, TV opened the door, looking little better than he'd looked at Lady's place.
"Hey, man," Finn greeted the slacker-pup. "Finn," TV responded. He didn't say a word at all to his dad. "Can we come in," Finn asked? TV stared back at him, looking much like he'd say no. Minutes dragged by, and they were all startled by the sound of some anonymous slut getting her rocks off, punctuated by the sound of a bedframe banging against the wall. "My neighbor," TV rumbled. "She works cheap." Finn and Jake both flushed.
The younger man stood aside, letting his father and uncle come in. "I'd say have a seat, but I only have one chair," TV announced. As Finn took up station near the window, Jake came in and put the bundle he was carrying down. "What's in the box," TV asked? "Brought you some clothes, man," Jake replied. TV frowned at him. Then, coldly, he said, "don't want anything from you." The stretchy dog flinched as if slapped.
"Yup," Finn rumbled. "Shit on your dad because you can't get your own act together." TV cussed him. Finn retorted, "because being a stubborn asshole is going to get you out of this shithole basement." Nodding at the wall where the ho was wrapping things up with her customer, the big man said, "ask yourself what kind of gal lets a loser wearing the same clothes for six days straight go for a ride. I'd go get checked at the clinic if I were you." TV stared at the floor.
"Finn," Jake interrupted. "I know he's your boy, Jake, but this doesn't get better if we ignore his behavior," Finn replied. Turning to their troubled child, the big man said, "I'm telling you this because I care about you, TV. Go take a shower. We'll be waiting out here." Staring at the floor, TV nonetheless went across to the tiny bathroom, went inside, and shut the door. Minutes later, they heard the water going.
On the far side of town, an exhausted Jake Junior walked into the courtyard of the Candy Palace, flashing her identification at the guards on duty as she went by. She'd spent an uneasy night in Me-Mow's bolt-hole, studying the pages and pictures and scraps that she'd found, while she tried to recover from the nasty fight she'd had with her foe.
Unfortunately, she'd gotten no closer to understanding what Me-Mow was up to or why she was targeting the mark in the pictures. More on point, she wasn't feeling any better. The gash in her chest was still dribbling trickles of blood, and it hurt like a motherfucker. Ignoring the guards and their staring, she went straight on across the courtyard and right up into the palace's front door. It seemed a lifetime ago that she'd danced there in the main hall with Bill, advertising to the world that they were a couple.
She'd been pregnant at the time–already pregnant–with Simone, Liz, and Lady. She'd also been working for Cherry, and she'd gotten called out in the middle of the dance to go help her boss steal/kidnap robot-Bonnie. The machine-woman hadn't been among the 'drop dead' set in the family, strangely enough, having moved on. With her new, medication-corrected outlook on life, Jake was keenly ashamed of that moment, but just like always, she had to keep on keepin' on.
The massive gash between her twin, perky boobies told the tale that Jake Junior should probably be taking a dirt nap. That she wasn't was: a) terrifying to some of the people she passed on her way through the halls of the Candy Palace and b) horrifying to the rest. Some of the people she passed lost breakfast and lunch. Others, women and men both, fainted dead away. Face a mask of concentration, Jake pressed on, flashing her ID at the guards on duty at the door to the private wing of the palace.
Arriving at the elevator, the hybrid tapped the call button impatiently before settling in to wait. She wasn't sure what to do with the things she'd found. Truth? She really didn't know what any of it meant. The only certainty was that Me-Mow was out there hunting the person in the pictures, and that person had some connection to Finn of all people.
The elevator door opened, and Billy stepped out. "Bill," Jake greeted him. "Jaaakkkke," Billy babbled, just like his father when her father had startled him. Jake Jr greeted her ex-hubby with a wave, as she brushed past, clutching a binder full of the scraps and odds and ends from Me-Mow's hideout. So startled by his ex's appearance was Bill Mertens, that he was still staring when the elevator door shut in his face.
Up-up-up the elevator climbed, while Jake tried to compose her scattered thoughts. Stabs of raw pain from the wound in her chest were making her a little loopy, her arm was hurting again, and the cut in her chest was dribbling blood. The bra was ruined. It shouldn't have mattered, but it was something Finn gave her. She'd liked this one. It was sheer and sexy. And her fur was getting sticky. And she was supposed to go meet up with her kids. She'll try and make me stay in the infirmary, the shapechanger thought. Her mind was already on how to deflect Drew's unhappy reaction.
The Finn-Wives were already meeting when Jake drew up on Simone's office. Opening the door, the shapechanger went right on in, startling the gathering. Simone, who was still stuck in Wizard City, was present in hologram form, with Bonnie the Elder, Lollipop, and Finn's mom, Minerva, present by hologram as well. Cherry immediately shot to her feet, demanding, "where have you been?" Jake had been told to get back to her last night for a debrief on what she'd found. She'd already apprised the more significant members of the family about what was going on with Me-Mow. News that somebody tried to do-in Blargetha had everyone on edge. While nobody really liked the nasty bitch, everybody recognized the risk of someone thinking that they could harm someone under Finn's protection.
"Tryin''a figure out what she was up to," Jake replied, as she strolled across the room. At least she tried to stroll. She looked like she was ready to fall on her face. Drew rose, announcing, "this can wait." "No," Princess Bubblegum retorted. "It can't." The heavenly Dr. Princess got voted down. Angrily, Drew sat down again, muttering curses under her breath.
"I... had a fight with Me-Mow," Jake said, which everyone might have guessed considering her condition. She lay the binder on the table, saying, "her target's somebody named Astartes. Don't know why. She didn't stop to chat..." She'd done the slash-and-dash. "I know that name," Betty burbled. Strudel announced, "that's Tallulah the Water-Nymph's bodyguard." Cherry frowned at the youngest breakfast sister. "Tallulah was meeting with Me-Mow," she declared. "Why would she put a hit on her own bodyguard?" "Maybe she knows something," Minerva responded, "something they don't want getting out." "Then we need to find her," Bonnie declared. "I think Star should go and investigate this." The wood-nymph wonder grimaced. As if she had the fucking time! Unfortunately, she too got out voted.
Moving on, Betty got them back to the matter that had been on the table before Jr showed up. "Blargetha's alive," she said. "By Hurletta's words, she won't be able to get back to work for several days. What are we telling Finn?" "I'm more concerned about... the other issue," Minerva retorted. "My son's emotions can wait. The Ark concerns me more." Blargetha had been working on a man-rated rocket, and that work wasn't getting done. With a heavy sigh, Sarah announced, "I'll... I'll get on an airship and head south to Coca-Kingdom." "No," Minerva said, "we need to get you to a space where you can work effectively. I'm thinking that's the Candy Kingdom. All the scientists and engineers are there."
The android-woman glanced to Kara Van Pelt's scowling face. Sarah had been working night and day to help her get the living quarters for the humans in Tequila Kingdom squared away. If she went to the Coca-Kingdom, there was a chance of getting back to help Kara, but flights across the ocean were very limited just now.
Turning to her son's squeeze, the former Helper told Kara, "it can't be helped, Kara. You know the law of the Ark as much as I do. Sometimes we have to sacrifice a few to save the whole. If the Ark falls..." Kara glanced down at her feet and sighed heavily. She knew it. If the Ark careened out of control and fell on Ooo, it wouldn't be a few children biting the big one.
Simone turned the issue back to Blargetha–and Finn's predictably catastrophic reaction. "We will not tell him," she declared. Her face was strained, and Bonnie the Younger grimaced. Yeah, that wasn't how the great love of her father's life behaved. It wasn't how her own momma had ever behaved with her dad. Being King really was evil, and those tendrils of evil were slowly spreading into the rest of the family.
"Right," said Jake Jr. "I'll get started combing through this stuff to figure out where this girl went." "Jacob Rainicorn Jr," howled Simone, Drew, and Cherry all at the same time! The shapechanger flinched. It felt like getting a ration from her mom, honestly. Shooting to her feet, Drew Princess-Mertens grabbed the slender woman by her right ear and dragged her out the door. Star picked up the stack of papers she'd dropped. "I guess we're done," she said, as she too headed out.
Meanwhile, Drew took the younger woman straight down to the infirmary. Once there, Jake got stripped naked and laid out on an exam table. This is becoming a really bad habit, Jake thought. As she lay there, doing her best to be patient, her mind kept wanting to go back to one of her dad's old stories. He and his brother had both broken their legs and found themselves laid up in that old treehouse. Her dad, lazy to the last, had taken it as a chance to lay out all day, having somebody take care of him like he was an invalid. Finn had, characteristically, gotten real bored with the business real fast. He'd gone out hunting a magic cyclops, who's tears could heal the injured.
Could sure use some magic cyclops tears, she thought, as Drew probed the wound. "Not as deep as I feared," the curvy doctor announced. Jake grunted. She didn't dare tell the doctor just how deep it had gone. She'd fucking be here forever. "This will sting," Drew Princess-Mertens announced, as she began cleaning the wound. Jake's shriek could be heard halfway to the gates of the castle.
When the wound was stitched up, Dr. P allowed Jake Jr to sit up once more. "I want you to go home to Simone and Liz," the doctor announced. "I'll be helping Star," Jake retorted. Drew cussed her. "You're going to kill yourself," she growled. "I'm a monster, doc," the shapechanger replied. "This... I'm sort of surprised this isn't already gone."
"You're alien healing is overtaxed," Drew rumbled. Jake frowned up at her. Stroking her long, blonde locks, the pretty doctor reminded her, "you're supposed to be dead, Jake, remember?" Flushing, Jake Jr stared at the far wall. "How long," she asked? "Not sure," Drew replied. With a sigh that carried all her worry and sadness, the tall woman admitted, "I always wanted to study your father, but... well... He was a little hard to nail down." Jake nodded. Her dad wouldn't have wanted to stand still to be poked and prodded. Glob knew, she didn't.
The shapechanger moved to stand up. "Where do you think you're going," Drew demanded? "Back to work," Jake retorted. "That girl's out there. Me-Mow's chasing her." And, wizard or not, that wasn't going to end well. Gathering on her clothes, she said, "don't tell Finn about this..." Another lie. They were spinning lie after lie, and it wasn't going to end well. Drew got in her way. "What am I supposed to say if you're dead," she asked? Flinching, Jake glanced away. "Tell him, I did what I could to make amends," she said, as she grabbed her shirt and walked out the door.
The meeting upstairs broke up not long after Dr. Princess left with her patient. Fionna and Bonnie the Younger were due in the audience hall after lunch anyway. As Jake struggled to walk and get dressed all at the same time, the pair sat themselves down in the throne room for the day's struggle-session with the court.
"Princess Blargetha is recovering," announced Fionna. "It's expected that she will return to work later this week." It was eerily cold the way Bonnie's sister spoke those words. While Bonnie understood what the older woman was accused of doing, and she could agree with the family's ambivalence towards a woman who would do awful things to her own flesh and blood, Blargetha was still a person. It was awful to talk of her as if she was your sick hushpuppy, who'd be back on the job of guarding the cushions when she was over a bellyful of cords.
The pretty blonde sat on their father's throne, back straight, looking a lot like Lord Woolcot, when he was holding court at the fair. It was another lesson. This was the way a princess behaved. If she was going to be managing her father's business, this was the way Bonnie needed to behave. She'd been getting better with this piece of her unhappy new world, though things like the earlier ugly decision still bothered her. She didn't like the lying, and she didn't like keeping secrets from her father.
Of course, that led into the other ugly in today's business. The ugly edict that the King had published stood out in Bonnie's mind as being something Woolcot would have done. At the same time, that didn't make it evil. In point of fact, the edict and the terrifying attempt to harm her father's rogue mistress helped Bonnie and her mother to truly see the massive target they had on their backs. People wanted to hurt the King's family to prick at him. They were just collateral damage.
Glancing up from her wool-gathering, the curvy pillow realized that it was her turn to speak. Clearing her throat, Bonnie announced, "in the meantime, work on the rocketship is being continued by Mr. Starchman. The eighth test fire will happen today." Bonnie didn't really understand the significance of that. The idea of being able to fly through the air was already an astounding thought. Indeed, the trains were amazing to a person who'd been used to riding on a wagon or a bucking, swaying couch, when the family traveled. Once upon a time, they'd ridden a riverboat all the way down the Feather River and back, going as far as the town of Stitchville. The thought of flying among the stars had Bonnie's mind reeling.
It was clear to a fool, though, that the crowns were very invested in this business. They scarcely cared about a woman that many of them had been at war with. They wanted the business brought to conclusion. Yesterday. Moving on, Fionna got down to the business of finishing the Barrier in Jungle Kingdom and the smaller barrier that was going to protect the massive stockpile of Nuke Fuel stored in the kingdom. After the terrifying events of the last couple of years, the crowns were very invested in that too. This, Bonnie understood. Something that could explode with the force of the sun's harsh light and literally destroy the entirety of the world was not to be trifled with. Were she King instead of her father's heir, she would have put an end to the business of messing with such forces.
"My brother, William, will be going to the Bandit Lands in a few days time," Fionna announced. "He's going to oversee the movement of the reactor and its installation." More than one pretty face grimaced at the sight of the pretty blonde's lips reciting those words. New Fionna was in the house, and Bonnie wondered what sort of problems her sister had. Her mother had talked about Simone's issues at length one evening when they were alone in Roselinen's apartment. Great power was apparently not something to be trifled with.
Some of the faces Bonnie observed would have definitely trifled with those powers. They weren't happy about the King's choice of where to site the first machine. They still weren't happy. Greed. It was just as her father had said so many times. Money brought out the evil in people. Even she could see that these folk were prosperous as Woolcot had been and certainly wealthy enough that they didn't need this machine. Having seen some of what the Bandit Lands looked like, Bonnie knew her father had made a wise choice.
The gathering dickered over the business for a bit, with a couple of the salty wenches proposing various amendments to the King's plan. Some of them wanted to move the machine. A couple suggested sharing it–moving it every couple of years so others could have the benefit–and the people who'd been using it could just go under the couch for all they cared. The only sort of meaningful idea was the suggestion of sharing the power–transmitting it to some of the other lands, and Fionna agreed to take the matter up with the King. And that, in the end, was that. Roselinen called the meeting closed, letting her daughter and stepdaughter climb down from the unpleasant hot seat they sat upon.
"How would that work," Bonnie asked, as the pair walked into the private space behind the throne room? "The machine makes this stuff called electricity," Fionna burbled. Bonnie could immediately tell she was dumbing herself down. "You don't have to do that," the curvy pillow reminded her. Fionna's grey eyes flicked to hers. Bonnie took her hand and said, "you never have to do that with me. I'm your sister, Fi... I don't... I never knew the old you, so no need to pretend."
Nose twitching minutely, the bad bunny said, "I have to dumb it down a little... or you won't understand." That crack made Bonnie laugh, and after a moment, Fionna laughed too. The tall girl pointed at the wall–to a strange device sticking out of the stone. "That's an outlet," Fi said. "Electricity comes out of it." Fishing her phone out of her pocket, she added, "this is a plug. I put one end into the phone. The other goes into the outlet. There's... a conduit... going all the way from that port in the wall to a reactor machine that old and nasty Bonnie built under the castle." Bonnie the Younger's eyes lit up, and Fionna saw that she understood.
"The reactor makes electricity," Fi explained. "The wires take the electricity and carry it to other places. You can make them pretty long... I don't know if they could be long enough to reach Engagement Ring Kingdom, though. Nasty Bonnie would know. Or Nadia." The audience was over, and their father wasn't here. They couldn't talk to him about the matter. Taking a breath, Bonnie asked, "are we... Are we sparring?" A smile blossomed on Fi's beautiful face. "Bet," said she, as she turned and strode off. Much like her mother, she had it going on, that big ass wig-wagging as she went up the hall. Bonnie found herself envying her sister's ease with her own sexuality. Someday, she thought. She was going to get a guy of her own.
The wives are keeping secrets again. Jake Jr is kind of a mess without her mutant healing. And the Slime Sisters are in way over their head. Hopefully Star and Jr can catch up to Me-Mow before Astartes-and Finn's secret love-child-pay the price.