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Bonnie had never been happier to hear the lunch bell.

Partially because she was in art class, which she basically hated, but also because she had an important question for her girlfriend. Rather unceremoniously, she dumped the stupid sketchbook into her pink backpack and pulled it onto her back. She yawned. It was probably the only sign of boredom she'd ever shown in school, because art class really didn't interest her. She'd only taken it because of some stupid school rule that she needed credits in at least one creative class to graduate.

(Any time she sat in the stupid art classroom, she always found herself envious of Marceline. Bonnie had zero idea of what to draw, and Marceline spent her entire day doodling all sorts of creative things in her notebook.)

"You coming to the cafeteria?" Lady asked her as they walked out of the classroom together. "Finn brought a 40 piece nugget box from McDonald's that he's going to share."

"As... pleasant as that sounds," Bonnie said hesitantly, glancing down the hall at the music classroom, "I was going to spend lunch with Marceline today. I have something I want to ask her."

Lady smirked, like she always did when Bonnie mentioned Marceline. "Finally proposing, are you?"

"Shut up," Bonnie rolled her eyes, watching as the majority of the class started exiting the music room. She knew that Marceline had been in that class, but she wouldn't be leaving until the end of lunch. "I just wanted to ask her over to dinner on Sunday. Peter wants to get to know her."

Lady frowned at her. "Isn't she at your house like, every day? You'd think he'd already know her."

"Well, yes, but it's different now, isn't it?" Bonnie pointed out, because having her friend over to hang out was a completely different thing to having her girlfriend meet her parental figure. "Besides, we've never really sat down with him, you know? Except for one time when she and I made pizza, but we were just friends then."

"Alright then," Lady said, and when Bonnie stopped outside of the music classroom, she kept walking, "have fun!"

Bonnie waited a few moments for the last remaining stragglers to leave, and then went into the classroom. She spent a couple of lunches in there, mostly to see Marceline, but to spend time with Keila too. They were both still there, sat on the desks rather than on chairs, playing a pretty sounding acoustic song together. Marshall wasn't there – he was probably in the cafeteria, trying to take as many chicken nuggets as he could from Finn – but the other two boys were, the sandy-haired keyboard player and the big curly haired drummer.

Bonnie came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist. "Hey. I have a question for you."

Marceline's fingers ceased on the frets of her guitar, and she looked around to Bonnie with a soft smile. "What's up?"

"What's up is that you stopped playing, idiot," Keila bunched up a sheet of paper and threw it at her. It missed, but Bonnie was pretty sure that was on purpose. "We won't let you bring your girlfriend in here if you're going to get distracted."

Marceline rolled her eyes at her best friend's teasing, but ignored her to ask Bonnie, "What's your question, Bon?"

"Well," Bonnie let go of her, and despite all of her natural instincts telling her not to, sat on the desk next to her, and resecured her arm around Marceline's waist. Marceline started plucking the pretty melody she'd been playing before. "What's your favourite meat? Wait, you're not vegetarian, are you? I swear you're not; I've seen you eat burgers and pepperoni pizza."

"I'm really not," Marceline said, laughing at her sudden panic, "why do you need to know that?"

"I need to know because Peter wants you to come over for Sunday dinner. I don't know if it's really a thing over here, but at home, Sunday roast is rather popular. Peter and I do it every other Sunday, and he asked me to invite you," Bonnie said, blushing and looking away when she admitted, "He understands that I'm quite serious about you, and wants to get to know you. So... chicken, beef or pork?"