I suppose you can read into this... If you want.
You Know, That Little Droid Is Going To Cause Me A Lot Of Trouble
There was something about conventions that had always bothered Marceline. Why people go to all the effort of dressing up was one part. It was pointless. You'd put on all that make up only to take it all back off again. Although, sitting on the college lawn watching all the geeks heading down the street in their Captain Kirk uniforms was pretty entertaining.
Even Bonnibel would put down her notebook sometimes to watch with her. Comments were frequent, laughter was hushed and glances towards that one person who dressed up as a Dalek were covert. Bonnie could be surprisingly cruel and Marceline loved it.
Or she did until Bonnie surprised her by saying, "We should go one year."
Marceline's eyebrows disappeared into her fringe. "Excuse me what?"
Bonnie tilted her head back where it rested on Marceline's lap and blinked big green eyes at her. "As a group. You, me, Pippa, Jake, Finn, Hayden and Ellen. We should all go one year. Maybe in our last, we could coordinate outfits and all be from the same fandom."
"The fact that you even used the word 'fandom' scares me, Bon," she said flatly.
"Don't you think it would be fun?" Bonnie rolled upright and scooted closer so she was leaning against the tree beside Marceline. "Pippa, don't you think we should go to the con one year?"
Jake's head snapped up from reading something in his textbook. "I'm all aboard that train, Bonnie," he said, brightly. "I could go as Connor or… or Dean Winchester. I'd make a great Dean."
Pippa rolled her eyes. "It might be fun," she said slowly. "What were you thinking? We'd all have to go as a group."
"Naturally," Bonnie concurred.
"I am not dressing up as some idiot from a science fiction universe," Marceline said, pouting (holy crud she was pouting). She was adamant about it too. Arms folded and everything.
At least she was adamant until Bonnie leaned in and kissed her on the corner of her mouth, long and slow. Her heart thudded, unable to handle it. "You won't even go for me?" Bonnie asked against Marceline's mouth. Her tone was low and soft, her breath warm.
Marceline caved.
"Fine," she sighed. "I'll go. What are we dressing up as?"
"Star Wars," Bonnie replied decisively, looping her fingers into Marceline's.
Jake's smile widened. "Please tell me I'm Han." He made a gun with his fingers and fired at passing students.
"Of course. And Pippa is Princess Leia," Bonnie asserted. "And Finn is Luke, naturally."
"Wait," Marceline said. "Who are you then? Who am I? Who is everyone else?" She threw her free hand up in exasperation.
"You're R2-D2," Bonnie laughed.
Marceline glared.
"Oh don't be so upset. He's great. And," she murmured, leaning in again. "I'm C3-PO." And Marceline had to admit that it made so much sense.
"Bonnibel Banner, human cycle relations?" Marceline teased, getting a slap on the arm for her troubles.
"They did have a bit of a robromance," Bonnie muttered. "So just relax." Marceline could not believe Bonnie just said that.
"And Hayden?" Pippa pressed, taking advantage of Marceline's current loss for words.
"Mara Jade," Bonnie said as if it should be obvious. "Because she's incredibly scary."
Jake nodded. "I can actually see that. She could be a homicidal maniac… serial killer."
"Ninja," Bonnie supplied.
And Pippa added, "Pyromaniac."
"She's already a pyromaniac," Marceline joked. "And what about dear Eleanor?"
"Mon Mothma," Jake and Bonnie said at the same time, then burst out laughing.
"I don't get it," Marceline said. Then she glared at Bonnie. "And since when were you a Star Wars aficionado?"
Bonnibel lifted an eyebrow haughtily. "Star Wars is excellent, thank you. And Ellen is Mon Mothma because many Bothans died to bring her this information."
Marceline still didn't get it (she'd never seen Star Wars all the way through and Bonnie was horrified when she found out) but the others laughed themselves hysterical. Maybe it would be worth watching just to understand the joke.
Maybe.
The original trilogy was best.