"Back in exactly ten seconds!", Fionna exclaimed, leaping three stairs at once as she headed up, climbed the ladder to the bedroom, and checked the window. It was indeed open: there was no sign of whatever had done that. It took her five seconds to get up there and close the window - but during that time, she also saw something through it that made her frown. "Oh, butt."

Another five seconds later, she was back with the Flame Prince. "What's wrong?", he asked. "You don't look very happy."

"There's a storm approaching," she said, disappointed. "I saw the clouds. Doesn't look like we can go out in a couple hours at least."

"Aw, dangit," he said. "I guess so much for the breakfast plans, at least? But everything else we planned out can still work."

"Yeah. It won't be perfect anymore, though, which is a bummer... hey, maybe we can watch a movie or two on BMO?", she suggested. "Just to pass time?"

"Okay."

The storm was on them in three minutes. Fionna could go outside during one, and several of her adventures had been under heavy rain, but for the Flame Prince, what with having been literally made out of fire, it could very easily turn lethal.

And then, from the thunks heard as the "raindrops" struck the ceiling, and the ensuing look through the window, they found that it was actually not a rain storm, but a knife storm - which not only always resulted in all sorts of weird stuff happening, but also, according to the Flame Prince, made a complete opposite problem from water.

"I mean, have you ever tried to stab a fire? It just won't work."

"Ha." She smirked. "Prove it. Go stand outside if you think you can take a bunch of knives on you!"

He did. He spent a while dancing in the rain, laughing, before Fionna called him back inside to watch the movie. "Okay, I guess you can. Sorry for doubting you."

Then they took some breakfast and watched the movie. It was one of those sappy romantic films, with a lot of looking into eyes, arguing, making up, kissing, and so forth. The sort of stuff Fionna didn't much care about only a year or so ago - but then she had met the Flame Prince, which sort of changed her mind about the matter.

Most of the movie was spent holding hands, and later - with the addition of some more tin foil - they also cuddled. They both agreed it was a great movie, apart from the kissing bit, which got a wistful sigh out of them.

"I wish we could do that," Flame Prince said.

"Yeah," Fionna agreed. "I mean, I don't mind the bit where I'm burned - it's totally worth it - but the part where you melt the planet's core is kind of a downer."

"I do mind about burning you, too." He sounded sad, and a little regretful. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Aww. That's sweet of you."

The ensuing silence was only broken by the constant thunking as more knives struck the roof. It lasted for a while, them just holding hands awkwardly, before Fionna spoke again, smiling brightly:

"Hey, maybe Prince Gumball can help!"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean, he's a genius. He can do basically anything! I'm sure he could turn you into human or something else it would take to allow us to get closer without risking the planet, right?"

"I don't know..." He looked a little doubtful by the prospect. "He did ask my mother to close me to that lamp for most of my life. So I'm not sure how I feel about asking his help."

"Nah, he's totally regretting it and I bet he'll apologise as soon as we get there!", Fionna smiled. "You'll see."

"Ehh..." Eventually he relented. "...Okay. I guess he had a good reason for what he did, and I shouldn't hold any grudge against him. Let's go."

They waited out the storm, which lasted for a little while after that, then headed out.

"Huh...", Fionna said as she stepped out through the door. "Usually knife storms cause something really weird happening. I guess not this time."


"Huh...", Fionna said as she stepped out through the cave mouth. "Usually knife storms cause something really weird happening. I guess not this time."