Fancy Lunch? More like, Shower The Tarts With Grape Juice
The next few days were great. Hmm, (Y/N) takes that back. It was the worst curing she has ever gone through.
Gumball made her drink disgusting potions he cooked up in his 'laboratory'. They didn't make (Y/N)'s knees buckle when she tried to stand up for the first time in days. Her head hardly throbbed anymore.
But she could hardly carry the weight of worrying about where she will go after Gumball nursed her back to health. She was overcome with her curiosity about the other humans. Every time she would ask him about the humans, he just shook off her question and successfully changed the topic by asking about her old life.
"So what is this Halloween?" he would ask after she brought up a question about the other humans in Aaa. (Y/N) would just sigh in defeat and explain to him all about the occasion. He'd be all like ooh and aah about it, and (Y/N) would be fascinated how ignorant he seems to be.
After (Y/N) drank the last potion he was giving her this week (against her will, of course), he gave her one of his signature smiles that made (Y/N)'s heart leap.
"So," she said, straightening her patient's gown. "Are you going to tell me about the humans now?"
His smile faded a little. "I am very sure you will meet one soon. I will arrange a meeting with her, and she would fill you in with information about your kind. It's not really my place to explain."
(Y/N) was still getting used to Gumball talking about himself as 'not human'. It took a lot of explaining and passing out from disbelief for (Y/N) to believe he really wasn't. Sometimes she would have to remind herself that for Pete's sake, he had pink skin (spray paint doesn't get that far, or even duct tape) and is ruling a kingdom of sweets ( I am the king of extremely sweet fruit punch and walking butterscotch!).
"So she's human?"
The prince gave her a patient smile. "Well, obviously. Now, would you like this macaroon I baked a while ago?"
(Y/N) reluctantly nodded and took a macaroon off the tray. She nibbled on it, and was amazed by how it tasted great. Not too sweet for a candy prince.
"So you like baking?" (Y/N) took a large bite from the heavenly macaroon.
"I don't like baking," the prince said. "I love it. It's kind of one of the things that define me. You know, Prince Gumball. The baking dude."
The prince stood up and left the platter on the drawer beside her.
"Well, help yourself to these macaroons, (Y/N). You should come down and have lunch with us. Oh wait, I insist you do."
(Y/N) looked at her clothes. Just a potion-stained patient's gown. "Uh. . ."
Prince Gumball clapped his hands. "Peppermint Maid!"
The small, striped creature walked in the room, wearing a maid's uniform like from last week.
"Yes, Prince?" it said in a small voice.
"Can you bring some clothes and supplies for (Y/N) here?"
Peppermint Maid looked at (Y/N). Then she bowed and left.
"How long has she been working for you?" (Y/N) asked him once she left.
The prince stared at her. "For a very long time now. I've made her a long time ago."
(Y/N) nodded slightly. Then she popped the whole pastry inside her mouth.
"This is amazing. Very amazing." she complemented once she swallowed the macaroon. "I could totally go for more now, but I'm seriously embarrassed. You're taking care of me more often than you should."
