Fionna tried to listen, but she accidentally fell asleep.
"Fionna!" "Wha, whoa!" she yelled. She was shocked by Cake's attempts to wake her up. "Now do you understand?" Fionna shrugged. "No."
Cake sighed. "Breathe in, Cake. She's 14, she'll learn somehow," she told herself. "Why don't we just go directly at it, with no lectures or whatever junk?" Fionna nodded. "Okay!" Cake grabbed her big "Makeover Kit." "Are you sure?" "I'm willing to learn!" Fionna shouted very loudly. It was so loud, the pink birds sitting on their treehouse flew away. She put her fist up a sign of determination.
Marshall was just casually singing some old songs he found under his backyard. He was pleased he discovered that a whole pile of CDs from the early 2000s managed to survive to that day. It was full of catchy pop songs and some rock or country. He forgot some of the singers' names but some stuck on his mind. It was all he could think of for now.
Well, at least until he heard a soft knock on his door. "Marshall!" He opened it. It was Fionna. "Hey Fi." He sounded bored. It took him a while to realize his usually tough and less-than-sweet friend was wearing a cutesy pink dress, some bows, and was holding a carefully woven basket full of dewy flowers.
"Fionna, what are you wearing?" Marshall said, trying not to offend. Fionna looked at Cake, who was slyly hiding behind a small potted tree. The cat winked. "Oh Marshall, I just thought it would be great that I try a new approach to things. My destructive ways have come to an end." She slowly picked a daisy from her basket. "Care to smell?"
Marshall was too stunned to talk. "Okay, I see that you are finding my different personality a bit 'weird' but it's working wonderfully for me, so I will not pay you any attention."
But he wasn't an idiot. "It's Cake, isn't it?"
Should she admit it, or should she try to impress Marshall more with her new, Cake-instructed ways? Review!