"Hey Jake! I'm home!"
"Hey Finn. ...Finn? Are you drunk? Like, is that even a thing you can do?"
"Heck yeah. Drunk on smooches," Finn puckered his lips in illustration.
"So I guess its going well with Marceline, eh?"
"Yu-huh. Its going great. Marceline is a radical dame, but did you know that she's also really pretty?"
"Bwahaha! Man, are you listening to yourself? You ARE drunk on smooches."
"Hehe," he flopped onto the couch, "its really really great." He took a deep breath. "Everything's SUPER WONDERFUL!" he shouted.
"Haha. Uncomfortable."
Finn settled into the couch in reflection, basking in his own joy.
"Man, this is for reals, huh?"
"Aw, you're not going to tell me this was a bad idea too, are you?"
"Huh? Nah. I'm just happy to see you happy. I think its great. You're becoming a man."
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"So you guys done it yet?" Jake asked.
"N-NO!"
"Jeez, calm down. It was just a question."
"We're just doing kissy stuff for now."
"Taking it slow eh? That's cool. Leave her wanting for more. Pretty sneaky Finn."
"Wha? No! I'm not doing it to be sneaky!"
"Bwahaha! Man, I'm just messing with you. Do whatever makes you happy, bro."