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[sweetarts]

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[sweetarts]

Sure!

[ The most boring and scientific 50's documentary she can find, duh. When Marceline comes over to her closet, Bubblegum smiles, her brow arched. She closes her closet doors by a few inches. ]

You're gonna go through my closet here too? [ She's probably gone through her closet before back on Ooo, anyway. ]

[bassriff]

[Bonnie why....

Marceline backs off, raising her hands.]

All right, all right! [She laughs.] I'll let you pick them things out, I'll brb. [Floating backwards towards the door now.] You want anything? Some of that sleepytime tea you like?

[sweetarts]

Sleepytime's not till sleepytime. Get me something with caffeine in it. [ She brings up a fist and a determined grin. ] I'm ready for an all night movie marathon.

[bassriff]

As you wish, Princess. [ Marceline rolls her eyes and grins, heading through the door. Same basic floor plan as her old house, so she drifts down to the kitchen quickly enough. She opens up the fridge, grabbing some apples and a bottle of cranberry juice, setting them on the counter before starting to open up cabinets and look on shelves for Bubblegum's tea stash and a mug. Wait, right, kettle...

There. Marceline grabs the electric kettle, drawing just enough water for a big mug of tea. Letting that boil...

Ugh nope. Staring at it and pushing it to go faster. Steam rises, the switch flicks, she pulls it off and pours it into the mug over the chai bags. Letting it steep... THERE, FINALLY. Bags out, sugar in. Does she even like it sweet? Surely she does. Whatever, she's overthinking this.

Finally, Marceline comes back in, holding a bowl of fruit with a bottle of juice sitting on top, and a steaming mug of tea.]

We good to go?