A/N: I usually update in the mornings but i woke up to a power outage cuz some drunk butt hole took out a power pole near my apartment complex. then work was crazy so i didnt have a chance to update there. So sorry if you were waiting for this chapter. hope you still have time to read it.
It had been four days since she was given the prognosis of a two week recovery. As soon as she was allowed to be up and about freely, she took lunch in the dining room with PG. Her days had been filled with exploring the castle and the candy prince, and her nights were filled with Marshall, music, and snoozing on Marshall's shoulder. After the second time Gumball had found her asleep on his shoulder, he had ceased making a fuss about it. He figured that her sleeping on him was better than the other things they could be doing. Honestly, Marshall Lee should take her image into consideration, but Marshall was a creature of pleasure and excess, so he did what he wanted when he wanted. Reproach him at your own risk. Gumball had learned that lesson the hard way a few times. He shuddered at the thought.
Today he'd prepared a picnic breakfast for himself and the girl to take in the gardens behind the castle. He arrived at her suite and knocked on her door.
"Just a second!" She called searching frantically for her normal clothes. All she could find were dresses. and not even the semi okay kind she'd worn on her birthday. The pink kind, with bows, and frills. This was probably Peppermint Maids doing. She felt so unbelievably embarrassed but she couldn't just leave whoever was at the door out there forever! What if they needed help? So she picked the least frilly of the abominations they had left her, stuffed her hair up into her hat quickly, and opened the door.
"Good morning, Fionna. I... I..." Half way through his sentence he took in exactly what she was wearing, and his brain turned into a fluffy pile of cotton. The girl blushed and looked down, wringing her hands in front of her.
"I look that stupid huh?" It was just above a whisper. Hearing the defeat in her voice and not liking it one bit, he boldly took her chin in his thumb and forefinger and turned her face up to his.
"No, quite the contrary. You look absolutely lovely." The prince said gently. She let out a small giggle and brushed his hand away from her face.
"Thanks Prince."
"Please, call me Bonnibeaux." He said politely. "I was just wondering if you would join me for a picnic brunch out in the gardens?" She smiled and gratefully accepted. She was monstrously hungry.
The two made their way out to the gardens, stopping by the kitchen to retrieve the basket full of breakfast confections PG had whipped up for them, along with a jug of juice. Once they reached a table outside, Gumball started to set up their place settings and set the table. Fionna giggled and the prince looked up at her.
"Excuse my ignorance, but what is so funny?"
"That's not how you have a picnic, dude." He smiled at her somewhat sheepishly. She just rolled her eyes and yanked the cloth off the table and walked over to a nice shady, grassy spot under a tree and spread it. When that was finished she grabbed the place settings (still sitting where they had been before she yanked the cloth out from under them) and set them on the make-shift blanket, and placed the basket in the middle. "THIS is how you have a picnic!" She said brushing the dirt off her hands. The Prince looked hesitant. "C'mon Gum-" She blushed "uhm.. Bonnibeaux" She sat down by one of the place settings and patted the spot beside her. He smiled and blushed at the sound of his name on her lips, her sweet, lovely, pink lips, and sat beside her. They ate and chatted and Fionna entertained him with exciting stories of adventure and mischief.
That night, she found a new blue top and skirt in her chambers. This shirt had a bunny hood attached so she just used that instead of her hat. She quickly changed out of the pink plague of a dress and into the more comfortable clothes. right as she slipped her second arm into the sleeve Marshall flew in through the window with his ax guitar and headphones around his neck.
"Hey, Fi." He said casually floating around in a circle, "Trading the hat for a hood?" He pulled the hood back but her hair stayed pretty much in it. it was already up in a ponytail anyway.
"Yeah, Peppermint maid keeps messing with my clothes. I had to wear a pink ,ruffly dress today." She said, her face recoiling in disgust at the memory. Marshall just laughed.
"Pink AND ruffly? Gum-gum musta been in heaven." She swatted at the annoying vampire.
"Whatever dude. Bonnibeaux's just my friend." He looked up at her with a mixture of apprehension and disgust.
"You're using his first name now? That's new."
"W-well he asked me to today. I don't know. It feels all weird."
"Wanna go somewhere with me?" He asked, suddenly itching to be outside of the pink man's domain. Fi started at the abrupt change of subject.
"Like where?" he just shrugged. She looked unsure.
"I don't know Marshy..." He held out his hand and curled his fingers towards himself.
"You've been dying to get out of here since day one. C'mon girly." she took his hand and he yanked her up into his arms and flew them away from the candy palace. He didn't really have anything in mind, but the sky was really clear tonight. Maybe they should do some stargazing. He found a nice, soft-looking, grassy hill with a clear view of the sky and set Fionna down carefully; he didn't want her to tear open her wound again.
"So what are we doing?" The girl inquired. Her fiendish friend just shrugged again. She flopped on her back and stared up at the stars, taking in a deep breath, enjoying the earthy scent around her. Marshall reclined onto the air with his legs crossed and hands behind his head, falling slowly like a leaf, and laid next to Fionna.
"Do you know the names of the constellations, Fi?" He asked softly, staring up at the sky along with her. Her nose wrinkled up cutely as she thought.
"Whats a constellation?" Marshall Laughed, a clear, happy chuckle.
"Bubble butt has all those fancy telescopes and has never shown you the constellations?"
"His name's not bubble butt, Corpse McGee." Marshall looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Y'know I'm not completely dead, right?" She shrugged, a sly smile on her face. He grinned evilly in reply and all of a sudden her sides were being attacked with tickles. The blonde giggled and snorted and tried to push his hands away.
"Mar- Marshy, I'm gunna" She tried to speak between bouts of giggles and gasps for breath, "I'm- I'm gunna- hee,- Pee my pants dude" He relented after a few more seconds and a few more shrieks of high pitched, girlish laughter. He too was chuckling as she held her sides and laughed, her features flushed.
He turned back to the sky, replacing a hand behind his head, the other squished between them.
"So what exactly is a constellation?"
"It's a buncha stars, that if you connect them, they make a picture."
"Wow, so like a game in the sky!? That's so math!" Marshall lee pointed with his free hand to a cluster in the shape of a crown.
"The humans called that one 'Cleopatra'." Her eyes grew wide and sparkled.
"Cleopatra? Show me another one!" And so he did.