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Bonnie was reading a book when her bedroom door opened, and an extremely pretty girl walked in wearing her sweater. She looked up from the page she was reading and smiled. "Hi."

"Hey." Marceline smiled at her and flopped down next to her on Bonnie's tiny single bed. "Lift your arm up."

Bonnie did as she asked, and Marceline ducked under her arm, resting her head on her chest and throwing an arm over her tummy. "Okay. Proceed with your reading."

Bonnie laughed, and while it was harder to read her book with one hand, she really liked playing with Marceline's hair. It was always so soft. She read a few paragraphs and then asked, "How do you get your hair so soft?"

"Coconut oil," Marceline said, and Bonnie hummed in reply, "Once every two weeks, after a shower, just putting it on the ends. Makes it all nice and soft. And I don't get many split ends. Also, no heat. Unless I'm running late and have to blow dry."

Bonnie hummed, "Okay. I'll keep that in mind. So, how has your week been?"

"Fine, I guess," Marceline sighed, and Bonnie felt like she wasn't telling her something. "Missed you, though. Did you have fun with your friends the other day?"

"It was... okay," Bonnie described. Because really, that was all it had been. Elle went on about the boy of the week to Phoebe and Fionna, Lady tried to get information out of her about her trip with Marceline, Finn, Jake and Marshall loudly played video games. Bonnie had just sort of sat there. "I prefer spending time with you, though."

Marceline laughed against her. "That's just because you get to kiss me now."

"Not at all," Bonnie said, but when Marceline pushed herself up to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, she definitely wasn't complaining. As Marceline settled back down with her head against Bonnie's chest, she admitted, "Though it is a wonderful bonus."

Bonnie read another two chapters of her book, intermittently combing her fingers through Marceline's hair between page turns. It was wonderfully comfortable, laying with her as she read, feeling another's presence there.

"Bonnie," Marceline whined, breaking the comfortable silence they were laying in. Bonnie paused mid-paragraph and looked down, "Make me a crumpet."

Bonnie laughed and looked back at her book. "It's really not that complicated a process. You're clever, I'm sure you can figure it out."

"But... but Bonnie," Marceline dragged her name out for as long as she could, "I might do it wrong or the crumpet might know I'm American and explode."

"I don't remember buying sentient, American detecting, exploding crumpets," Bonnie teased her, but she grabbed her bookmark and nudged Marceline so she'd get up. "Come on, then. I'll show you how to toast one perfectly."

If anything, Marceline snuggled further into her chest, and her grip on Bonnie's hoodie tightened. "Can you do it without moving?"

Bonnie laughed. As much as she wanted to stay curled up with Marceline, ever since she'd mentioned it, she also fancied a crumpet.

"Nope, I'm afraid I haven't fully mastered the force yet," Bonnie nudged her again, "Come on, you big lump. We can cuddle more after we eat."

Marceline sighed dramatically but pushed herself up to sit. She looked tired and Bonnie almost pointed that out, but then Marceline admitted it herself. "I'm tired. Didn't sleep all that well the last few nights."

Bonnie frowned. She was trying not to show just how concerned she actually was. "Any reason?"

Marceline ran a hand through her hair but shook her head. "No. Just... those kinds of nights, I guess. Lots of thoughts in my brain."