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She held Marceline's hand tightly as they walked up the driveway and onto the front porch. Bonnie waited for her to knock on the bright green front door, but Marceline hesitated. "Just- if he says anything weird, please just... ignore it? It's not really in that stage yet, but... I just- it really means a lot to me that this goes well, and-"

"Hey," Bonnie interrupted her rambling and flashed what she hoped was a comforting smile, "It's okay. It'll go well. You know I'm a future doctor, and basically a genius, right? I know what to do in situations like this."

Marceline sighed, and managed a weak smile. She looked a little nervous, but she guessed that was natural. In a way, this was kind of a 'meet the parents' thing. "Okay."

She finally knocked on the door. Quiet shuffling sounded inside, then the scraping of a key, and the door swung open to reveal an older looking man with brown hair that was speckled with grey. He was wearing glasses similar to Bonnie's, just with smaller lenses, and a crisp looking suit with a red bowtie. He looked like he could be some kind of professor.

"Marcy!" Simon beamed, and pulled Marceline in for a tight hug. Already, Bonnie saw more love there than she'd ever seen between Marceline and Hunson. It helped the seed of an idea form in her head. "Oh, and you brought a friend!"

He said it like it was a surprise, and Bonnie saw the worry on Marceline's face when she pulled away and took Bonnie's hand again. "Um, yeah. I hope that's okay."

"Of course, of course," Simon said as he ushered the two of them inside, "The more, the merrier."

"Simon, this is Bonnie," Marceline said as she unlaced her boots. Bonnie took her own shoes off and smiled politely. "She's my... uh...."

Bonnie watched the cogs turning in Marceline's head and waited to see what descriptor she'd come up with. She wasn't her girlfriend, not yet, because neither had asked. But she wasn't just her friend, either.

Eventually, Marceline thought of something. "I'm seeing her."

"Oh! Well, I'm glad you're not with that horrible Ash fellow anymore, some of the stories you would tell me about him were..." Simon shook his head as he trailed off, "I don't entirely remember the details, but I do remember that they were unpleasant. Anyway, I expect I'll have to get the childhood photo albums out."

Bonnie laughed at the way Marceline's green eyes widened, and she murmured a soft, "No."

"Yes," Bonnie countered with a teasing smile. She was certainly looking forward to that. "Please get the photo albums out."

"Oh, you're English!" Simon commented, and Bonnie kind of expected that. It was the default response she got any time she opened her mouth to someone new over here. "Was she the girl who was 'so pretentious with her stupid accent and had everyone under her spell except you'?"

If anything, Marceline's eyes just grew wider, and she pushed past Simon to go into a different room, "Of course you'd remember that."

Bonnie just laughed. "That's a yes, then?"

"Oh, shut up," Marceline grumbled from the sofa, "You owe me cocoa for telling her that, Simon."

Simon chuckled quietly. "I'll get right on that. Would you like some, Bonnie?"

"Yes, please," Bonnie replied, and walked into the small, comfortable living room. There was a cosy looking armchair and a soft brown sofa, and Marceline had sprawled herself out over the whole thing. When she saw Bonnie, she sat up and made room for her, and Bonnibel laughed. "I suppose you're under my spell now, too."

Marceline cringed. "God, I can't believe he told you that."

"I can't believe that you showed up here, bitched about me, and then left," Bonnie replied, but she bumped against Marceline in amusement, "No hard feelings, Marcy. I said plenty of nasty things behind your back, too. Though it is rather hilarious that you're the most under my spell."