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"So... do you want to tell me why you'll come out of your weird study trance for Marceline and not for me?"

Bonnie should've known the question was coming. She should've expected it the moment Lady arrived over citing Bonnie's need to get out of the house or see someone. Bonnie mentioned she'd seen Marceline, so she hadn't been totally antisocial, and then Lady had gotten that look on her face.

Bonnie busied herself with making a cup of tea. She flicked the kettle on, hoping that the loud noise would delay the inevitable.

"Hey," Lady called over the noise, "I'm talking to you."

"Do you want some tea?" Bonnie asked, ignoring Lady's original question all together. "It's real Yorkshire tea. My uncle keeps buying it online despite the extortionate prices, because you can't get a good cup of tea anywhere in this country."

"Sure, whatever," Lady brushed off her offer, "I asked you a question."

"I don't know what you want me to tell you," Bonnie shrugged, keeping her demeanour casual, like she had no idea what Lady was angling at. In reality, she knew all too well. "Because there's nothing to tell."

Lady scoffed, and Bonnie peacefully ignored her while she made the tea. As she was crossing over to the fridge for milk, humming the Slow Dance song Marceline had sung for her at prom, Lady grabbed her by the arm. "Do you like her?"

"Of course I like her, she's my best friend," Bonnie shrugged, and when Lady looked rather offended, she added, "besides Bubba and you."

"You know how I meant," Lady retorted, taking the offered mug of tea, "do you have feelings for her?"

Bonnie knew she was pushing her luck when she shrugged and replied, "Feelings of friendship."

She passed Lady to head into the living room. Uncle Peter was out buying a new piano; they'd sold his old one before the big move and he'd never gotten around to replacing it. When she'd mentioned that to Marceline over text, the only thing the older girl said in response was tell him to buy you a bigger bed too. Bonnie had blushed when she read it, even though she knew Marceline didn't mean it in that way. She'd texted in the first place as a way to tempt Marceline over again at some point; she assumed a piano would be a decent selling point for the musician.

She sat down on the sofa and got herself comfortable. Lady wasn't too far behind her, and when she dropped down next to her, she looked serious. "Listen, Bonnie, I'm not dumb and it's pretty obvious that you like her. As more than a friend, before you make up some other way to phrase it. I won't tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about."

"Okay, honestly? Completely, totally, honestly?" Bonnie prefaced, and when Lady looked like she'd just made the biggest breakthrough, she smirked. "I have absolutely no idea what you mean."

Lady let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh my god, Bonnibel."

She laughed, but on a serious note, asked, "What makes you think that, though? Not that you're correct, but why?"

"Well, she somehow managed to snap you out of your study trance for one," Lady said, "when you wouldn't listen to anyone else."

"Doesn't count, Bubba always managed to get me to stop," Bonnie shrugged, though she had to admit that he usually nipped her crazy in the bud, rather than letting it happen. If he saw she was getting obsessive, he would pry her away from work. "Anything else?"

Lady smiled smugly. "You were staring at her basically the entire night at prom."

"She's a talented musician," Bonnie reasoned, "next?"