Hey guys! It's MadKingTom here, I won't be doing this on many of my chapters, so I just wanted to get in here and say to anyone following Finn's journey right now that I really appreciate it. And to everyone else, thanks for your continued support! On a side note any reviews you guys post is awesome so I would like for you to tell me your feelings on the story and maybe suggest where you think the story should go!

Cheers M.K.T

Princess Fionna walked swiftly through the halls of the mansion back to her room, she bade all the servants she passed goodnight and they to her. As soon as she reached her room she opened the door and strode in, a passing servant familiar with her odd habit closed the door behind her. She sat on the end of her bed and wiped her eyes to remove the tears that had welled up. She'd had no idea, when Finn first arrived, how hard he'd actually had it. She had been taken aback by his enchanting blue eyes that looked like they held the entire ocean inside them and had involuntarily gasped when they had first made eye contact, but made haste to regain her composure before her father could take notice. He was stunning! He may look a little like my brothers she thought, but those blue eyes! They make him look so different. The whole of her family had green eyes except him. She flopped as gracefully as a princess can flop, backwards onto her bed. She couldn't get Finn out of her mind. His eyes, his face and his heart wrenching story. She was afraid of what that meant. But she would be thinking about that, the whole night long.

Finn awoke the next morning to find the room had been cleaned and he had been moved onto his bed. He didn't remember much of last night but he did know that the King had come in at some point. He shrugged off his groggy haze of the morning and stood up to walk to the bathroom. After walking a couple paces towards the door he believed led to the toilet he was surprised to find, after opening the door, that it wasn't in fact a toilet. But a Wardrobe! Lines and lines of clothes were hung up on racks with what seemed to be no end. Noticing for the first time Finn was still in his basic clothes he wore under his armor, which lay about 50 feet away on a pedestal at the far back of the wardrobe.

Exiting the wardrobe, Finn was dressed in a dark grey shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; he wore the shirt un-tucked over a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. His boots were heavy and pure black but had blue lights going up the side. Finn had decided that he liked this look and chose to keep it on when he left his room. Just outside the door a servant was waiting, the same servant who showed Finn the way to his room. She explained to Finn that she was his personal servant and that she would always be on hand to assist him should he wish it. The emphasis the girl put on the word assist sent a shiver down Finn's spine. While walking down the halls the servant, whose name was Marie; started up a conversation about the kind of things Finn should expect if he is to start living at the mansion. She went over the basic things like the times for breakfast, lunch and dinner and where his father's and sibling's rooms were. Arriving at the grand table, it seemed like Finn was the last to get there, he was shown to his seat by Marie and given a ridiculously sized menu of breakfast items. The whole family looked at Finn expectantly for him to make his choice. Up and down the menu Finn went, there were foods on there Finn had never even heard of and the ones he did understand were overcomplicated to the point that he didn't really know why they even wrote it in English! It got so frustrating that Finn just put the menu face down on the table, turned to the waiter standing behind him to his left and asked. "Do you just have any bacon pancakes?"

Silence followed Finn's request as the family tried to comprehend what had just come out of the long lost member's mouth. Then a suppressed giggle from the youngest, Alex. Then, as Finn's father burst out with laughter, the rest of the family followed suit. Almost as if they had been waiting his approval before laughing themselves. Finn gave a few nervous chuckles as one would do when they don't understand the joke at hand. Through fits of laughter from both the royal family and the waiters he managed to deliberate that it was Finn's request that was so odd to them! However the latter quickly regained composure after a scowl from Finn. Finally calming down the king spoke first, "if that's something that you like" a small chuckle "then who are we to stop you from having what you want". Finn was grateful that he wasn't told he couldn't have something he was familiar with. "But if that is what you chooses then so will I!" as the other family members finally spoke it was to Finn's surprise that everyone wanted to try Finn's odd breakfast! However their amusement was short lived as the waiter soon spoke up, "my deepest apologies your highness, but I am afraid we have no-one who understands the process of making these bacon pancakes" the waiter obviously not very experienced, squirmed under the gaze of the king. It was at that moment when Finn stood from his seat at the table, breaking a certain someone's entranced gaze, excused himself to his father and requested that the waiter would show him the way to the kitchen.

In the kitchen was sheer chaos, senior chefs yelled at younger sweating assistants and orders for foods were barked to and fro around the black and white tiled room, but as soon as Finn walked through the door a silence fell across the room and all activities halted as the staff put their full attention to Finn. Finn face palmed and walked into the middle of the room. A quick survey concluded that the room was divided into three units, serving, cooking and foods. The serving division was the smallest consisting of only a few desks with a register for staff to sign on arrival and a changing corner where they would put on their uniforms, this is where Finn started first. During his years of training, Finn was able to develop very strong leadership skills from having to do small missions with inexperienced fighters or convoy contracts, all of these lead to Finn acquiring a very cool head when dealing with lots of people. As soon as he had reached the desks he looked to see that about two thirds of the staff roister had checked themselves in. satisfied with the amount of people he moved to one of the senior staff of the divisions and told him how exactly the waiters should act, he told the senior to establish a training day for each new servant as they were clearly sending people without the required training 'out onto the field' as Finn had put it. He rushed into both the men and women's changing rooms and had arranged all the lockers and their contents alphabetically within a couple of minutes. He then moved onto the second largest division foods. This was where orders for foods were placed and where the meats and other spoilable foods where stored. He again set to work on fixing the orders book into a much more organized manner and explained as he did so to the nearest staff member so that they could continue to do so in as efficiently as possible. After helping sort out any mishaps around the unit, he helped himself to a large amount of food stuffs. From various cupboards he'd already sorted out he pulled; all-purpose flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda, coarse salt, buttermilk, unsalted butter, large eggs and lots of Bacon! Moving over to the cooking section he quickly told the chef to simplify the menu and to watch exactly what Finn was about to do next, for future reference. He cleared a workspace and set about making his favorite breakfast. First he preheated an oven so that it would be ready when he needed it. Then in a bowl, he whisked together the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and the salt. In another he whisked the buttermilk, melted butter and the eggs. He whisked the flour mixture into the buttermilk mixture just until it was moistened with only small lumps remaining. In a skillet, he cooked the bacon over a medium high temp until the fat was rendered and the bacon was browned on one side. The smells wafting through and out of the kitchen, into the dining room had intrigued and delighted everyone who had the pleasure of smelling them. Including the royal family! The staff meanwhile where amazed at the cooking skill of the newest arrival at the mansion, royal or not. Their ryes following him as he continued for 5 to six minutes with the bacon before it was golden and crisp on the underside. After draining the bacon he left a little of the fat in the skillet. He then heated the skillet over a medium temp before pouring batter into the skillet and topping each with a slice of bacon. He cooked on until some bubbles formed on the top of the rising pancakes, a couple of them bursting. With a spatula, he carefully flipped the pancakes and cooked them until they were brown on the underside. He moved the pancake he'd just made to a small plate that he'd brought over earlier. He picked up the plate and moved towards the doors, the staff's eyes trailing him especially those of the girls. When he reached the door he spoke, "I know your there" with a knowing smile on his face. To the shock of the crowd that had gathered in the kitchen, their princess rounded the corner and came into view in the doorway.

Fionna had been staring at him since he had entered the dining room and she didn't even realize! When he sat down she began to get a little flustered. She wanted to make conversation, say something about what she'd heard last night. However any attempt to talk was immediately shut down by her overbearing father. He was so frustrating! He wanted to know everything about her, especially all the things that she didn't want to talk to him about, he'd even gone as far as to have someone watch over her in the middle of her classes! When Finn had fist picked up the menu she could see from the way his face contorted and twisted that he had no idea what was on the menu. She had to suppress her laughter as Finn's eyes roamed aimlessly along the laminated list of laboriously intricate constructions. And then, when he'd said 'bacon pancakes'… honestly, she couldn't have kept her laughter in even if she'd tried, not that she would have. She was surprised much like the rest of the onlookers, when Finn had stood up and gone towards the kitchen and she had tried as best as she could have to wait, but curiosity got the better of her as it usually did. After excusing herself from the table she began walking towards the kitchen and about halfway there she was hit by the one of the most amazing smells she'd ever smelt! She rushed on to find the source, forgetting all about her quest to find Finn, her main directive to discover all the new things she can kicking in and forcing her to forget all else, only to find the source was Finn! Watching him maneuver his way around such a foreign environment with such ease inspired awe within the princess as she rushed to hide behind the doorway but she poked her head through just enough that she could still watch the spectacle of Finn's cooking prowess. Seeing him so consumed by his activity yet smiling all the way through showed her how at home he really was, suddenly she felt guilty for having laughed earlier as the pancakes clearly represented something deeper within Finn's heart, that much was clear, sheltered she may be. Then as Finn was putting the pancakes onto the plate, the hairs on the back of Fionna's neck stood and not a moment later Finn was at the door and talking to her! Her mind went to shreds as she tried to talk to Finn, explain why she was watching him as he gave her that dazzling smile of his that put her at the centre of a hurricane, lost for words trapped in the middle of the storm where it can't touch her. All that came out of her mouth were stutters and anything that wasn't really a word. And that was the first moment she'd see him laugh. It was like the world was in slow motion and it were just Finn and Fionna, a warm feeling spread all the way from her toes, up her slender legs, past her full hips, over her gorgeous tummy, over her fair womanly curves and her feminine, cute yet defined face to the tips of her blonde hairs. And then as quickly as the feeling had come, it was gone.

Finn noticed Fionna straighten up bit as he was laughing but she soon fell back to her normal state as he stopped. He had laughed because of something she hadn't noticed, he said "hey, you know your drooling right?" in a joking tone. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as princess-like as possible Fionna went beet red after finding out what Finn had said was true! Finn laughed again "it's okay" he spoke calmly "If you wanted some you could have just asked" holding the plate out towards a very confused Fionna. "I'm saved!" she thought, Finn being as clueless as he was when it came to girls, something his training could never fix, Finn had mistaken her drooling to be for the pancakes and not him! Finn was a little disappointed that she wouldn't try the pancakes he himself had made but he handed the plate over to the head chef for him to try, he told him to do as he'd just done and prepare five of them for each member of the royal family and himself. After which he made to go back to the dining room, only for Fionna to cough intentionally at him causing Finn to turn around, "the dining room is the other way, silly" the princess said with a giggle. Embarrassed at his mistake, Finn scratched the back of his head and gave a nervous chuckle. The two then made their way, the right way, to the rest of the family.

In the dining room it turned out Finn's father already knew what had happened, Finn supposed that was only natural when you are the king and in your own mansion to boot. The waiters soon appeared with the breakfast Finn had ordered for all. Silence ensued, pausing Finn's conversation with Alex about the magical creatures in Ooo. The silence was short lived however with the younger ones voicing their newfound love for Finn's food and the others agreeing. Finn's father was delighted that Finn had such a broad skills set, himself more than anyone. Because he knew how much of a real challenge Finn's first day was going to be…