Author's Note #1: This is very short. It takes place post-Lemonglutton explosion but just before the conversation we see happen between Princess Bubblegum and Lemonhope about his possibly staying to "rule Lemongrab". Kudos to YOU ALL that understand why I chose the tags I did and why it is that they're fitting for this quick piece. I love the deep, fascinating dynamic between PB and LG and I really wish we'd gotten more centered on their relationship, especially their past together.

She began by gathering up their remains.
Bit by bit, piece by piece, she searched and found them.

However, she hadn't expected that there would not be enough of either (or the other one or two lemon persons that had been engulfed)… So she only moved to place together what was left; perhaps into something close to a functional being. This time.

The closest they'd probably ever get.

She first worked on the head and gradually moved down.

*Poke* *Pull* *Stitch* Were the sounds made as she threaded within and between his lemon peel-skin, as they stood and sat, respectively, in the quiet of a lifeless corner within Castle Lemongrab.

As she did so, she began to lecture the sad sack of fruit that was forming right beneath her fingers.

"I'll be honest with you Lemongrab, I'm very disappointed in you. I… I truly don't know what you thought you would accomplish with these acts."

She'd started stitching his new, old chest together—without any pain reducer—with no consideration for the agony it might cause him. And, of course, without considering that the two physical twins of the past, may not have wanted to become one (again).

"So spiteful and irrational, without rhyme or reason…or rhythm."

She thought back to what had just happened only many minutes earlier. Her little awful brat of a son Lemonrab, and co, blown to smithereens by music . She might have giggled uncontrollably if she didn't find it so mind bogglingly asinine (and a tiny smidge embarrassing). How she had managed to create a being whose greatest weakness was a sweet note, she hadn't a clue.

"Meee!"

Beneath her the strangely-smiling male sour candy seemed to make a noise of protest. It didn't register for her, however, and she only continued with her putdowns.

"It was vile the way you treated your subjects. Your children , Lemongrab. I mean really. Shock collars? What was this, 1984? I know I taught you better than that!"

It'd be a wonder if he even got that allusion, butchered body or not. Still, the amalgamating man responded as best he could.

"Meeeee!"

"And you don't regret your actions and the harm you caused at all, do you?"

She paused her speech and hand as she thought a moment, then continued.

"I don't even know why I'm bothering saying all this to you… You probably can't even understand me, hahaha!" She laughed humorlessly.

"And… I'll never understand you, Lemongrab…"

That last part really did it for him.

"Meeeeee! Meeeeee! Meeeeee!"

"Yes, I know. You like you a lot."

Having now verbally let off some steam, and due to hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, she endeavored to switch from a stern frown to a pleasant smile and instead look at the brighter side of this dark arc. Now sweet, mostly-innocent, selfless little Lemonhope was back, had saved the day from Lemongrab's greasy, tyrannical paws and now could and would become the temporary ruler of Castle Lemongrab. Wonderful!

He shook as he attempted again to communicate. "Meeeeeeeeeeeee!"

He had a mouth yet could not scream. Only mee.

Author's Note #2: Rules for thee but not for meeeeeeee. (Hehe.) Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!