Absolutely (Marcelee)

Take Me Out

Marceline doesn't like waiting for answers, but she'll put up with that for a couple weeks. At least, until Marshall Lee remembers just what he is and where he came from. She wants him around and not just to look at; intriguing things are hard to come by.

"Whoa," Marshall Lee says as they float out of the hospital and into Candy Kingdom bustle at three in the afternoon.

Marceline holds up an umbrella over the both of them. "What?"

"This place is dank."

Sure, if dank means candy houses candy streets candy everything, in all the colors of the rainbow and just as bright.

"Yeah, it's pretty chill." Marceline looks up at Marshall Lee. He's a few inches taller. "Looks familiar?"

"Nah." But he grins. "Show me around?"

Marceline doesn't really frequent Candy Kingdom. Well she used to, but that's another story entirely. Wandering around the town square with Marshall Lee is interesting; they get curious looks and every now and then she has to remind him that yes, Candy people will mind if you eat their arm off and no, that red licorice stop sign isn't a giant lollipop that no one will miss.

"My Grod," he exclaims as they sit at a fountain made entirely out of chocolate, watching crowds go by. "How do you not terrorize the hell out of this place? Everything is cute. And squishy."

"Who says I didn't?" Marceline smirks, and Marshall Lee raises an eyebrow. "But seriously, the fun wears off. And doing groceries is a pain when everyone throws garlic at you. Ugh."

"I want to touch," Marshall Lee sighs as red lollipop maids walk past, giving him the googly-eye. Silly girls.

"Wanna bounce?" Marceline nudges him. She likes that he doesn't bother asking where.

Marshall Lee's grin is not quite like hers. "Yeah."

\/\/\/\/

Taking Marshall Lee out drinking sounds perfectly logical. All the undead and the supernatural tend to congregate at Bebe's. And for reasons unknown Flambo tends a bar at that joint anyway. Everyone knows bartenders give righteous life advice.

"Amnesia huh?" the flambit says, spitting fire into a couple shot glasses for them. "Tough stuff."

"So tough," Marshall Lee agrees.

"Now Marceline, ya gotta be patient," Flambo tells her. "Marshall Lee here is gonna be real vulnerable…"

Marceline doubts that. "So vulnerable."

"So, ya know, you guys take it easy."

Sounds simple enough. But Marshall Lee catches her eye.

"Admit it. You were gonna mess with me," he says. His foot prods at her stool and she kicks it off.

"Maybe a little." Somewhere along the lines of facials and baking with a really gay apron.

"Evil woman."

"Aw, c'mon. Someday we'd laugh about that."

"I'm onto you." Marshall Lee looks at her curiously, unabashed when she stares back. Then he turns his barstool to face her. "Alright, let's do this."

"What are we doing?" Marceline leans forward like he does.

"Bonding, duh. You really think I'd let you take me home without getting to know each other?" he rebukes her.

"Right. We keep it classy."

At first they try to figure out Marshall Lee's favorite color. Which is moot point, really, because he can't decide between red and green and absolutely refuses to pick both. And then the next few hours or so is spent playing 20 Questions instead, mostly directed towards Marceline because according to Marshall Lee she's the only one who remembers shit anyway.