Marceline is shaken out of her daydream as she hears the sound of a door opening, and Bonnibel's voice ringing through the air. "Still here?" she jokingly asks.

"Where else would I go?" the Vampire Queen responds. "I can't head back to my place; your bed's way nicer than mine!"

The princess sits on the bed. "Well, if your bed's a problem, I could always get you a new one."

Marceline shrugs. "No offense, Bonnie, but your… aesthetic is pretty much the opposite of everything that's in my house."

"Well, we're pretty much opposites, but that's not causing any problems, is it?"

"Good point," she concedes, smiling.

Bonnibel slides next to her and leans against her shoulder. "I'm glad you didn't leave last night." She sighs, prompting Marceline to gently wrap and arm around her shoulders. "I wish we could hang out more. Like we used to." She looks at Marceline, the princess' deep green eyes meeting her friend's dark red ones.

"Well, I can visit more. I just assume you're always too busy. I don't wanna get in the way, ya know?"

"I'll always have time for you, Marcy. Besides, if I am actually doing something, it's always nice to have someone to talk to while I'm working." After a moment's pause, she adds, "And I also know that you're mature enough to not cause any problems."

Marceline snorts. "I think that's the first time anybody's ever called me 'mature' before."

"Well, you really are." She takes a breath and quickly adds, "In spite of evidence to the contrary."

The two sit on the bed in silence for a few moments, but a knock on the door accompanied by Finn's voice breaks the quiet. "Uh, PB? Marcy? You guys up?"

Bonnibel reluctantly rises from the bed and heads to the door. She opens it to see Finn and Jake in the doorway. "Hey guys."

"Um… hey," Finn responds. "You… wanted to see us?"

"Oh, right. Come in here." She turns to allow them into the room. "As far as I can tell, Marcy's practically in perfect condition." Hovering slightly above the bed, Marceline gives two thumbs up. "Still, I'm going to need to run a few tests. Just a precaution, ya know?"

"Okay… then why'd you ask us to come here?" Jake asks, confused.

"Well, I want you two to make sure Marcy gets home safely."

"You want them to babysit me?" Marceline snorts. "I think I can go home on my own. As long as no storms pop up, I'll be fine."

Finn agrees with her, albeit with a small amount of hesitation. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure she's not gonna get hurt heading home. If she flies, she can get there in, like, ten minutes."

However, Bonnibel has already turned around and started to clean the room up, loading the various smaller utensils onto one of the dollies. "It's just a precaution, guys. Besides, it's not babysitting; it's escorting. That's way more important!" She pushes the assorted medical equipment out of the way, then turns around and sees that nobody is really convinced. With a sigh, she asks, "Can you just do this? Please?"

A brief moment of silence passes before the Vampire Queen answers her. "Alright. If it'll make you happy."

"It would." The princess returns to cleaning up the room. "Alright, well, I'm gonna get this stuff cleaned up and then do a few quick tests. Then you can head out."

After two hours, Bonnibel records the information of her final test, walking through her palace's halls with her friends. Marceline, Finn, and Jake are all ready to go, the two boys especially. "Well," the princess starts, "I'll come down and give results back to you. They should be ready by tomorrow."

"You couldn't just text me?" the Vampire Queen inquires.

"I mean, I could, but I'd rather tell you in person. Besides, it's been a while since I've visited your place." She glances around at the candied walls. "I haven't been able to get out very much recently."

"Wait, didn't you spend, like, two months in your uncle's cabin?" Jake asks. "Like, you only got this place a couple of weeks ago."

"Well, yeah, but since I got it back, I've been so preoccupied with scrubbing away every trace of the fraud that stole it from me that I haven't had very much free time." She awkwardly chuckles. "In a way, your accident was actually kinda nice. At least in hindsight."

"That's awfully macabre," Marceline jokes. "I thought I'm the one who makes dark jokes."

"And I thought I'm the one who uses fancy words," Bonnibel counters.

"Fair enough."

The four soon arrive in the palace's main hall, and Bonnibel quickly flicks through her notes, making sure she's got all the info she needs. After finishing this double-check, she embraces Marceline and sends everyone off. "Don't get struck by lightning again," she jokes.

"Don't worry," Marceline assures her. "The only shocks that I'm gonna get're going to be…" She pauses and purses her lips. "I don't actually know where I was going with that."

Bonnibel giggles, then waves as everyone leaves.

A short while passes as Finn, Jake, and Marceline head north out of the kingdom. The three are silent for the most part, with only occasional banter between the latter two. Jake eventually notices his brother's silence and asks him, "Hey, dude. You've been pretty quiet, since, like, even before we left the kingdom. What's up?"

Finn blinks and shakes his head, being suddenly taken out of his thoughts. "Oh, uh. Not much." He smiles slightly, and continues with his voice low so that Marceline can't hear him. "I'm just thinking that I don't think I've ever seen Marceline or the princess that… chill with each other. And I definitely haven't seen the princess that happy in a long time."

"I know, right?" the humanoid dog responds. "I'm still weirded out seeing them just hanging out like that and getting along so well. Like, remember when they couldn't even be anywhere near each other without fighting?"

"Yeah; that only a few years ago, dude." He briefly pauses. "But d'you what's even weirder?"

"What?"

"That they've known each other way longer than we've even been alive! And they hated each other for most of that time." He looks into the distance. "I can't imagine what it would be like to hate someone who used to be your friend for so long. And then patching it up in, like, no time at all and going back to being besties?"

"Time heals all wounds, man. Besides, it's hard work hating somebody. 'Specially if you don't want to hate them."

"Yeah, I guess that's true." Finn leans backwards a bit, reclining on his friend's back. "I'm really glad that they're doing so well, though. As funny as it was sometimes, I really didn't like seeing 'em fight."

"The only time I've seen people fight that much are old married couples and really angry exes," Jake snorts, before jokingly adding, "What if they actually, like, used to date or something?"

Finn laughs, but adds, "Eh, I can't really see it."

"That's just because you're young. You've only dated like, what, two girls?" His brother blushes on his back. "I've got a sense for when people have got good chemistry. Like, I've—" he stops and coughs, before correcting, "I could've written a book on this stuff if I wanted."

The human boy looks somewhat confused as he questions his brother's joke. "But aren't they both…? How would they…?"

"Don't think about it too much. You might hurt yourself. Besides, that stuff doesn't matter. If two people've got chemistry and they're good for each other, then I say let it happen."

Finn suddenly gasps. "Dude, I know that you're joking about them bein' a thing, but that would actually explain a lot. Like, a scary amount of a lot."

"Well, at least you're not ranting and raving about me joking about two chicks being together. There's some people who'd throw a fit over a joke about it, and might actually explode if they every saw it happen in person."

The blond boy laughs. "Dude, people're gonna throw a fit over pretty much anything. Besides, these two are our friends. I don't care who they're into."

"That's good to hear." Jake says, before moving his head up to his brother's. He quietly adds, barely loudly than a whisper, "I wasn't entirely joking, though. There's some serious romantic tension between those two. I'm not sure if anything'll come of it, but I'd recommend that we be supportive of it. But, ya know, don't try to force anything in case I'm just misinterpreting signals or something. Because that can go really badly."

"Alright," Finn shrugs. He brushes some stray hairs out of his face and back into his hat. He glances up at Marceline, who hovers about twenty feet above them and appears oblivious to their conversation.

What he can't see is that she's smiling.