Once at the Candy Palace, the situation explained, Fionna was shown to the same suite of rooms she had occupied during the recovery from her leg wound. Marshall Followed her inside and let down his hood. Pulling off his hat, he shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair a few times to get that perfectly messy look he usually sported. Fionna, Still needing to shower and change, went to the wardrobe to see what was in it. To her delight (and surprise) it was full of a variety of blue clothing. She pulled out a tank top and some blue shorts. Digging into the sock drawer, she grabbed some that had thick blue and white stripes all the way up. She went over to the bathroom door and as she shut it she pointed at her eyes with two fingers and then at Marshall.

"Don't even try anything, Fang-face, or I'll beat you," She held up a fist, "With my mitts"

He held his hands up in front of him, a gesture of innocence, but was struggling to hold back his laughter.

When she emerged from the steam-filled bathroom she was towel-drying her waves of golden-blonde hair and Marshall was lounging on the air, patiently waiting. He eyed her out of the corner of one eye and then spoke.

"So whats on the agenda for tonight, girly?" She paused, taking a moment to think. She put the towel on her shoulders and pulled the length of her hair up and over it so it would rest over the towel and off of her shirt while it dried.

"I dunno." She sat on the bed with crossed legs and looked towards her friend, "What are your plans tonight?"

"I don't really have any." He shrugged. He watched as a grin that could only be described as evil grew on Fionna's face. He found he liked that expression on her. "Whatchya thinkin' Fi?"

"Wanna Prank on PG?"

"Is it Tuesday?" Fionna's face screwed up, wondering what relevance that had, and if it was indeed Tuesday.

"No-" She began to question when Marshall interrupted.

"then YES!" She giggled at the vampire's lame joke and they set out for the royal kitchens, Fionna explaining her idea along the way.
When they had gotten what they needed from the kitchen the two of them split up, Fionna to distract Gumball and a snickering Marshall Lee to do the dirty work. She found the candy prince in his private kitchen, baking up some cookies.

"Heya PG" She said, sliding onto the counter behind him. He started a bit at her greeting, having been completely immersed in his cooking. He adjusted his safety goggles ("Sometimes new recipes yield unexpected results") and smoothed his apron, turning to Fionna.

"Why hello there!" He greeted amicably, "I was hoping to surprise you with some delicious pastries, but it seems you've beat me to the punch." He chuckled lightly at his own joke and Fi followed suit not to be rude.

"Whatcha makin' Preegles?" she leaned forward her hands resting on the counter at her sides, looking into the oven.

"I was baking up a batch of red velvet cookies. I am aware it isn't new, but I thought Marshall Lee would be hanging around again so it occurred to me I should probably try to accommodate." A timer dinged and PG slipped his oven mitts on and pulled the cookies from the oven. Fionna sneaked behind him and quickly snatched one of the steamy treats, burning her fingers but giggling as she retreated with her captured cookie.
She blew on the cookie and bit into it, her lips lifting up as she hissed and huffed around the cookie, trying simultaneously to blow on it, not burn herself, and eat it. Once she managed to scarf it all down she blew on her pink fingers and the Prince tutted at her.

"When are you going to learn to wait until they are cooled?"

"When are you gunna learn that I just kicked some hot cookie butt?... Not hot as in sexy... hot as in warm. Not that I'm thinking of butts" She chuckled and a good natured smile brushed the prince's features. The two friends relocated to a small but cozy table Gumball had had set up in the kitchen for just these occasions and were chatting with eachother when Marshall floated through the door.

"Where've you been? I lost you in the hallway and didn't bother to look." Fionna threw at the vampire with a smirk on her face. Marshall loved that look. It made him want to kiss her until her brain was mush and her body was on fire. He mentally shook himself, this was for show and he had to get with it or their prank would be ruined.

"Oh, you know, around." He shrugged noncommittally. "I got hungry and there's lots of red around here so I just went to find my fave shade" He sent a wicked grin towards an aggravated Gumball. He then spotted the cookies. "Dude! Red Velvet! These are the bomb!" Gumball just sniffed in distaste. Secretly though, he was proud that his friend enjoyed his cookies.

After a little more chatting, Gumball stood up, excusing himself. He had to get to sleep so he could wake up bright and early.

"Night Gumball!"

"Yeah, Good Night, Pinky" His friends said.

He walked down the hall to his bedroom. What did he really hope to gain from pursuing Fionna? Obviously he adored the girl, that was without question. He knew, however, that he could never truly give her the affection she deserved. Could he? Yet he could not stand to see her in the arms of another man. That was selfish of him and he knew it, but he couldn't muster up the effort to care. When he stepped into his shower, he turned on the warm water and let it wash over him. Eyes closed, he scrubbed and cleaned the cares of the day away. Upon finishing his shower he was so exhausted that he simply ran a brush through his gummy locks without even so much as a glance in the mirror and fell asleep alone in his big, empty bed.