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"Dude, no!" Finn shoved his brother away from him as he tried to control his character on the television screen. "That's not fair, you can't just attack me in real life to distract me. I've never beaten Marshall before, and I-"

"Suck it up, Finn," Marshall turned his head in Finn's direction and stuck his tongue out, "Face it, I'm the Halo champion."

Bonnie, uninterested by video games and whatever was going on in the virtual world her friends were in, was half listening to Elle's gossip. Apparently, Marceline had punched someone outside of school the other day. Lady and Phoebe seemed to find this interesting, rolling their eyes and tutting in disapproval in all the right places, but Bonnie found it hard to believe.

(Elle's 'reliable source' turned out to be Melissa, so Bonnie was taking everything with a grain of salt.)

In fact, she didn't really think that Marceline would punch someone unprovoked. She wasn't defending her at all, but she'd seen the way that Marceline was with Keila, and Keila had mentioned that she didn't get mad all that much. It didn't add up. And considering that Keila was her best friend... it'd make sense for her to know more than Melissa.

Instead of fretting over whatever they were talking about, how Ash might've made her do it or something, Bonnie stretched and jerked her head towards the door. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Marshall was quick to reel the directions off to her, not that she needed them. She'd been here before, on her little study day with Marceline when they were working on their project. That definitely wasn't the best day of her life.

She wasn't actually going to the bathroom, anyway. She'd decided that she was going to explore.

She pushed open the door to the lounge, pausing before she exited completely. "Anyone want me to get them a drink or something while I'm up?"

"Can you grab me another soda, please?" Finn craned his neck around and sent her a soft smile before turning back to his game before Marshall could beat him.

"Okay," She turned to address the rest of the room, "anyone else want anything? Would the ladies like some wine?"

"Dude, no, don't take the wine, that's Marceline's." Marshall had apparently not picked up on the sarcastic intonation in Bonnie's voice, but she was more surprised about how he'd addressed her directly. As of late, conversation between them was still kind of forced and awkward. "There's all sorts of stuff, though."

"Can you grab me a bottle of water, too?" Elle asked her, "All this talking is making my throat dry."

"Yeah, no problem." Bonnibel nodded and quickly slipped out of the room and into the kitchen.

She crossed over to the fridge and pulled out a can of soda for Finn and a water bottle for Elle. Quickly, she jogged back into the lounge and passed everyone their drinks. After they'd all thanked her, she stretched and made her way into the hallway by the front door.

She'd looked around the ground floor of the house enough, she decided. All that was there was the lounge, kitchen and downstairs bathroom, all which Bonnibel didn't find that interesting. So, she turned left and headed up the stairs.

She came out on a landing and opened the first door she saw. Not much behind it – a room with a bed and a wardrobe, which Bonnibel presumed was a guest room.

She stumbled upon another bathroom next, significantly roomier than the other. This one had a bath and shower, and Bonnibel assumed that it was the bathroom Marshall used. The room with its door left open turned out to be his, too – at least, Bonnie assumed by how messy it was. He didn't seem the type to keep his bedroom tidy.