She liked to keep busy, that was for sure.

Whenever they had time to lounge around, which was often, she kept in motion. From training herself indoors or outdoors, to going out and not coming back for hours, maybe even a few days. Whenever she did leave and they asked where she went, she'd say she was gathering intel on any more places where they could go to get treasure, or that she had gone on a small hunt on her own, if she came back with some animal to eat or a small bag of loot.

Cammi also didn't like silence almost as much as being still. While Finn and Jake had first pegged her to be the kind that would shout at their random ruckus and tell them off, they found she yelled about things like how they couldn't even keep their own house clean. She never seemed annoyed with their loud talking, or Finn and Jake's random music sessions. In fact, she seemed to like those the most, drumming her fingers along any surface they were on at the time or even humming. She didn't smile, though, but that was something they quickly saw as normal.

Or, as normal as things can get, in their sense. Cammi had only ben living with them for less than a month's length and yet she'd only been seen in the house a few times. She was rather reclusive and, like them, followed to the beat of her own drum. It just didn't happen to want to synchronize with them most of the time.

She took up residence in the attic, the small space deemed comfortable enough by herself. They made an effort to tidy it up, but after that they rarely entered. If there was something in there that they needed, which wasn't often, she'd retrieve it, wanting her privacy in her new room. The last time Finn caught a glimpse, she had set up a pretty comfy-looking hammock high up on some of the branches, had set up a dresser and full-length mirror they insisted she'd place after digging them up from storage, had placed a cloth over the hole in the floor unless they needed to use the pulley system, and was no longer the dust-gathering room it had been once.

One day, Finn and Jake had gone out with her to a small, abandoned dungeon that led underground. It was nothing major, mostly beginner stuff, so Cammi decided to go home and see if she could make dinner with what she could find in the kitchen since Jake had said he wanted to spend the night with Lady Rainicorn. They had agreed, with Finn saying he'd join Cammi as soon as he was sure the place was cleared out. They separated, and it turned out it took Finn quite some time to make sure he didn't miss anything, the dungeon seeming smaller than it actually was on the outside.

Not thinking to announce his return to Cammi, Finn entered the tree house, whistling silently to himself as he dropped the loot off in their treasure room before climbing up the ladder to the main floor, where the blue-grey girl would be cooking. He stopped suddenly, hearing a faint sound. Someone was singing, but their voice wasn't one he'd heard before. Well, not in a singing matter. The cogs in his brain turned very slowly until he realized: it was Cammi.

Slowly and quietly, he made his way to the entryway, where his nose was filled with many delicious smells, and Cammi was moving from the stove to various parts around the small kitchen, where various ingredients laid. She had gotten rid of her sword, but she still had her gun. Apparently, it was like a security blanket for her. He'd even seen her tuck it under her pillow one night!

But despite still looking prepared for a fight, the atmosphere around her... changed. No longer was she so stiff and alert, but more calm and relaxed. She almost looked at home. And if his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, Finn could see the faintest hints of a smile as she began to repeat the song he had faintly heard, but now had

Lavender blue, dilly, dilly
Lavender green
When I am king, dilly, dilly
You shall be queen

Who told you so, dilly, dilly
Who told you so
'Twas my own heart, dilly, dilly
That told me so

As she stirred something in a pot, Finn could see she was swaying a bit as she began to hum a matching melody, her eyes closed as she seemed to be remembering something. As soon as she began singing again, she moved to a cutting board on the nearby counter. She blew some of her short hair, which was pinned back by a clip, out of her face, causing a brief pause and silence, which Finn held his breath until she began singing again.

All of your men, dilly, dilly
Send them to work
Some to the plow, dilly, dilly
Some to the fork

Some to make hay, dilly, dilly
Some to cut corn
While you and I, dilly, dilly
Keep ourselves warm

After finishing what seemed to be a bowl of salad, she moved back to the pot with a bit of a twirl in her movement, stirring and adding more things before sliding to another, which seemed to be boiling something. Finn couldn't help but be entranced by her song. He'd never heard it before, but by the way she sang it, it had to be a lullaby. Cammi seemed so peaceful and comfortable at the moment, the most he'd seen her be since they'd met.

Lavenders green, dilly, dilly
Lavenders blue
If you love me, dilly, dilly
I will love you

Let the bird's sing, dilly, dilly
And the lambs play
We shall be safe, dilly, dilly
Out of harms way

While Cammi continued to work on dinner, she was completely unaware of Finn watching and listening. And as she did, Finn couldn't help but wonder about the meaning of the song. Marceline's songs always held a part of her past and pains. Meanwhile, the song Cammi sung was odd, and seemed to not match her overall demeanor, and he doubted she was singing about her life before they met. Did she write it? Or did someone teach it to her?

I love to dance, dilly, dilly
I love to sing
When I am queen, dilly, dilly
You'll be my king

Who told you so, dilly, dilly
Who told you so
I told myself, dilly, dilly
I told me so

Finn realized that, as the bluenette began to hum again, the song was coming to an end. So as she quieted down a bit and continued to cook, the human boy stepped out into the open, smiling a bit.

"Nice song."

He felt instant regret because, of course, he forgot what kind of girl Cammi was. As soon as his voice filled the room, with a compliment to something about her she probably never wanted anyone to know, no less, she stopped what she was doing and pulled her gun on him. Shouting in surprise, he jumped back and held his hands up, showing he meant no harm. It took a second, but the event finally seemed to register with Cammi.

"Finn, what the hell?! You scared the crap out of me, you bastard!" she yelled, glaring as she put her gun away. "Sorry! Didn't think you'd react like that, being so relaxed and all," he defended, though it still sounded like a weak excuse, even to him. "Never sneak up on a woman! Especially me," she finalized, pointing a knife at him with a deadly-all-by-itself glare. Turning back to her cooking, the glare didn't let up.

"Go... wash up, or something. Dinner will be ready soon, and you reek," was all she said, knife still in hand as she gestured loosely. Her voice lacked a small hint of confidence that Finn almost didn't catch. Even when he did, he didn't point it out or say anything more, and just walked out to the bathroom to clean up a bit.

He didn't hear her singing again, but he did hear quite a bit of pots and pans bashing against each other.

This should be fun.

Dinner was held with a heavy silence over it. Finn felt a bit awkward, not only because of what happened in the kitchen or the silence as well, but because the only noise aside from their silverware against the bowls as they ate stew and salad, was Cammi drumming her fingers against the table. He didn't know why, but it unsettled him, how she ate but seemed set on not stopping the small, soft yet sharp percussion. But her stopping seemed to fill him with just as much anxiety.

"Shut up," she said, continuing to eat her stew. As if randomly saying "shut up" was normal. "I didn't say anything, Finn replied, a bit too quickly. "Your thinking was enough of a substitution. Your thoughts are pretty loud, though it's pretty fitting," she said, moving to serve herself more salad, momentarily stopping her drumming.

"Are you a mind reader?" "No, of course not. You just wear your heart on your sleeve and your thoughts are written all over your face more times than you should allow, which is at all. Besides... silence speaks volumes," she said, the last part growing so silent he almost didn't hear.

"Never speak of my singing again." "But I didn't speak of it at all, so I should be able to speak about it now before never again happens," he pointed out, a bit of a grin on his face. She looked at him, a bit annoyed, but then returned to her meal. "Fine. In exchange, eat your salad or you won't get a second bowl of stew," she said, gesturing to the side plate full of said salad. "Why? I don't really like salad." "You have a crazy enough diet already, and one day that'll catch up to you in all your adventuring. So it's eat more healthy and responsibly or I change talking about the singing to "never", period," she said, looking dead serious.

"... Fine," Finn finally caved, moving to eat some of the green dish. It wasn't that he didn't like the ingredients, or the dressing and cheese she had somehow managed to find(Jake probably had it somewhere), he just didn't really like eating it compared to other foods. Still, he was curious, and that always won him over. "Why don't you sing often? You got a pretty voice," he says through a mouthful of lettuce with a bit of tomato.

Cammi merely rolled her eyes, spearing a croton with her fork before examining it. "There are prettier voices than mine. Besides, I only do it when I'm alone and bored, nowadays," she says, placing the crunchy object in her mouth. "Did you write the song?" "Yeah, right. It's an old lullaby, from a farther part of the world, before the war. It has many, but I sung a version similar to the one used in the movie I first heard it," she said, taking a sip of water. "Well, I liked it. You should sing it again some time. Bet Jake could match it perfectly," he said, giving a genuine smile. "Maybe, but you'd have to do the impossible," she said, finishing up her dinner before gathering her plate and bowl. "Trust me, I've done a bunch of stuff, and I bet I can do this. Lay it on me," he said, a bit of arrogance lacing his voice as she turned away. She paused for a moment, unsure.

"Then you'd have to find a way to mute the entire world. Like I said: Silence speaks volumes, and I for one, am done letting it try to take away my hearing."

With that, she walked out of the room. Confused, Finn heard her cleaning her plate and move around, contemplating her answer. When she returned, she didn't look him in the eye.

"There's still a bit of stew left, but don't have so much. Like I said, you should really watch your diet more if you want to get stronger, or whatever goal you have set for yourself that involves adventure," was all she said. Finn had no doubt that she was walking back to her room as he sat there, silent. Her words filled his head.

...and I for one, am done letting it try to take away my hearing.

And he couldn't help but noticed the almost perfectly hidden urge to cry when she looked at him.

But he was certain she was looking at something that was nowhere near the room they had been in together.