Two days after their initial call to action, the two adventurers dragged themselves back into the tree house. Having eyes for nothing but their beds, neither of them noticed the suspicious lack of furniture around the place. At least not until they had dragged themselves up two ladders and tried to collapse into their beds, only to land wide-eyed right on their patoots. The girls grumbled angrily and rubbed their bruised bottoms and searched for their missing furniture, only to realize that there was no furniture to be found in their whole tree! Marshall Lee was really going to get it, and he was going to get it good.

Fionna half sat and half fell over backwards, annoyed and slightly amused, rubbing her tired eyes. When she opened them she noticed a rather entertained vampire sitting upside down, on her couch, that was somehow attached to the ceiling. All her furniture that wasn't otherwise secured to the ground had been tied to the ceiling.

"If I wasn't so tired right now I'd come up there and kick your butt." Fi said shaking her fist so slowly it was more like a dizzy wave. Marshall chuckled and floated down to her level, reclining on the air next to her.

"Thanks for buying the materials for me, girly" he said in that deep voice of his. She wasn't sure if it was the sleepiness or what, her insides began to curl up on themselves and her cheeks tinged a light pink.

"Don't call me girly, Marsh" she said quietly, tiredly, and maybe with a little confusion. She rolled up on her side and looked at him, the picture of care-free nonchalance. As if sensing the weight of her gaze, he popped open one eye, then rolled over in the air and mirrored her posture, head propped on one arm and legs sort of crossed.

"You're cute when you're so tired you can't stand up," he said chuckling again. She blushed more and looked away. This only made his smirk wider and his chuckle grow into a laugh, a genuine laugh that she was pretty sure he didn't share with too many people, but even with that heart-warming thought, Fionna the human didn't enjoy being laughed at.

"Whatever," She mumbled, her face hot and her lips barely moving, "Can you just get my bed, or something down that I can sleep on?" His lips quivered slightly, she almost didn't catch it, and he floated over her, face down, eyes dark, and voice lowered.

"You can sleep on me," He practically purred lacing his arms around her waist and pulling her close, flipping them both around so she was draped over him. She struggled with tired arms to push away but he held her there, his chest surprisingly inviting, not too warm or uncomfortably cool.

"Marshy, knock it off." She said in what was supposed to be an angry way, but it just came out as a mumbled nothing while she melted against him, grateful to be on something more comfortable than the floor. He smelled good, too, she noticed from somewhere in the back of her brain.

"Fi. Fionna. Wake up! I'll get your bed down. Seriously I was just joking about the sleep on me thing." He poked her face gently but the girl was too far gone. Oh geez. He carefully lifted the girl off of his body and set her on the floor. She whined a little in her sleep for the lost comfort. He made quick work of untying their bedroom furniture from the ceiling and restoring it to the original location. When he turned around to leave he almost ran into Cake.

"I got my eyes on you, boy." she said making a gesture from her eyes to Marshall. He just scoffed and rolled his eyes at the over protective cat.

"Whatever, cat," he said with a fangy smirk, "It's just a joke."

"uh huh." she said, disbelief dripping from the word as she crossed her arms. Marshall just blew past the cat and down to the living room where he'd left the sleeping blonde. He picked her up and placed her in her bed and took off for home. Messing with that girl was too much fun, but it's not something the oversensitive feline would ever understand, nor was it something he wanted to try to explain. Not to the cat, not to anyone.

Fi woke up pink-faced and disheveled, but in her own bed. She remembered the night before with a bit of apprehension and just brushed it off as some of Marshall Lee's mischief. There was no way that anything like... well, like that would ever happen between the two of them. Marshall just wasn't interested. Fionna paled and shook her head and amended that she wasn't interested. Definitely not. All romance did was tug on her heartguts and mess with her head. Especially one-sided romance. She'd been there and done that and was not going to do it again. Definitely not. Definitely. Not.

When she went down stairs she heard singing from the kitchen and smelled the delicious, mouth-watering aroma of bacon pancakes. She definitely needed this this morning. Sometimes Cake was the best, also her sixth sense about this kinda stuff sometimes bordered on creepy, but Fi just chalked it up to being a cat thing. They spent the rest of the day taking their furniture down from the rafters and discarding all the string. She couldn't reuse the string again, that would be lame.

She pushed all thoughts of the scheming vampire out of her head for that day. Thinking about him was making her head all weird. She shook her head and decided to go see PG and see if she could help him out with anything. Cake decided to go with her in order to see her boyfriend, and Fi was happy to have a travel companion. They split where the road branched off to Mochro's quaint little barn home and Cake urged her friend to be safe and come home by midnight. Fi just scoffed and told Cake she could take care of herself, and continued to the candy palace.
The adventurer was let in by the banana guards and told PG was in the royal kitchen baking up "the most perfect cookies ever". She thanked the guards and was quickly on her way to the kitchen.

"Hey PG what's crack-a-lackin'?" Fi asked the pink man as he bent over to take his latest batch out of the oven. He stood back up with a triumphant laugh and turned to the human girl.

"Oh you've arrived at just the opportune moment! Try one of these cookies and tell me what you think!" He over-zealously shoved the delicious-looking, steaming treats at her and she took one. Whenever she saw him like this, she felt the distance that had grown in her heart close up a little bit. As she bit into the cookie she couldn't help but let out a sigh of complete ecstasy. Peegles cookies were the best cookies ever.

"It's so good." She practically moaned and held out the other half of the cookie towards him. He was very aware that the reactions his body was having to the sounds she was making should immediately be squashed. That he and Fionna could never be. But for just a moment he wanted to indulge the "what if" that niggled at his brain stem and so he angled towards the girl and took the cookie from her hands with his mouth.
Fi could only stare at him in disbelief. Never had she seen the candy prince do anything so unrefined, so personal. She blushed and coughed a little and brushed it off as the child-like delight he had when baking. He continued to chatter about baking and other things of a similar nature but Fi's brain was gone. She had come here, to the relative ease their relationship had slipped into, only to be thrown for a loop again. She figured it was an honest mistake, that Gumball was just over excited, that she was just imagining things because of the last little lingering bits of her broken crush on the unattainable candy royal. She held firmly to those ideas and did her best to be engaging and interested in their conversation.

"...and then you stir just until the batter is combined. It doesn't look right but it came out so perfect!"

"That's awesome PG." she tried her best to sound interested but she just couldn't. He looked at her with a worried expression and she offered him a smile.

"Actually I think I'm just gonna go home." And she slipped off the counter and ushered herself out of the candy kitchen and out of the palace, dragging her feet all the way home.