"Hey Peebs."
"Hello Finn," Princess Bubblegum greeted him.
"You needed help with something?"
"Yes, I am currently in the midsts of very exciting research, but I've reached an impasse for the moment, so I have called upon you to lend your aid."
"Uh, sure. What do you want me to do?" Finn asked, not entirely confident.
"Ideally nothing. I am currently working on a new type of candy golem using licorice lattice networking, however it is highly experimental. I simply want you close at hand in case there are any... accidents."
"Spooky," Finn noted, "So what? You're worried it might go berserko and I'll need to punch it out?"
"In short, yes."
"Awesome, that's the type of science I can get into," he rhytmically punched the air.
Princess Bubblegum giggled at his enthusiasm.
"I haven't seen you around the Candy Kingdom as much lately," Bubblegum made small talk as she worked.
"Yeah, been busy," Finn sat down on the floor and produced a sandwich, "Been working on an album with Marceline."
"Oh? How is it going?"
"Its going good. Long though. Who knew so much stuff could happen in 500 years?"
"And how is Marceline?"
"She's good. Aren't you guys hanging out more?"
"Yes, a little," Bubblegum answered. "Actually, we had tea just yesterday."
"That's cool."
"Finn."
"Yeah Peebs?"
"Is there something you're not telling me?"
"Huh?"
She put down her work and looked at Finn seriously.
"Oh." He suddenly got her meaning.
"Uh, so I'm not here to fight a licorice golem, am I?"
"No Finn. You're not."
"So you know?"
"I'd like to hear it from you."
"So uh, me and Marcy are sorta dating."
The princess sighed.
"Are you angry at me?" Finn asked, even if he wasn't sure why she would be.
"No Finn," deep breath, "I'm not angry at you. I'm concerned."
"Why? I mean, we've only just started, but its pretty math."
"I'm concerned that a relationship between you and Marceline is...," she measured her words carefully, "unhealthy."
"Because I'm too young," Finn pouted.
"Yes. That's part of it," Bubblegum replied.
"Me and Marcy talked about that. My brain is already plenty jacked up from hero stuff, so who cares if I jack it up more?" he shrugged.
"I care, Finn," Bubblegum frowned, "I really do. You help us all so much as a hero, so please, believe me when I say I have your best interests at heart."
"I don't think I want to talk about it anymore," Finn replied.
"Oh Finn..." Bubblegum lamented, "The thing about Marceline is that she gets restless. And when she gets restless, she doesn't think about other people. I just don't want to see you get hurt."
"Yeah, well... I get hurt all the time," Finn gave her his best smile, "'Hero', right?"
Princess Bubblegum had no real response to that.
"So... uh, this got kinda awkward. If you don't need me to beat up golems, I think I'll just head home."
"Yes," Bubblegum sighed, "perhaps that would be best. Take care of yourself Finn."
"Yeah, no prob," he smiled again, more genuinely this time.