Candied Apples

     "PFffFFhAHAhaHAhA!"

     "Oh, shut up! It's supposed to be a honor  to be making food for the ball! Besides, you agreed to help me out so you're in the same boat too!"

Marshall continued to chuckle and wiped his eyes clear of the tears that had started to form from all the laughing he was doing.

     "Alright, alright. You're right about that, it's still just so funny that Gumwad would invite you just to be his chef."

Fionna puffed her cheeks out a bit and punched the vampire in the arm before she returned to mix dough. 

     "Okay, fine! It's a honor  to be making food for your majesty."

     "..."

     "Fi?"

     "What."

     "The cookies are burning!"

     "WHAT?!?"

The girl dropped her whisk and rushed to the oven, wide eyes anxiously peering through the dark glass before realizing that there was nothing in there.

     "AHAHAHAAH!!! I CAN'T believe you fell for that! You were just mixing the dough! Jeez dude, this whole cooking thing has totally got your brain all jacked up. Maybe it's a sign you need to take a breather for a little bit?"

Fionna felt a warmth spread across her cheeks when Marshall began laughing at her blunder. She couldn't help but feel paranoid! Now that she was thinking about it, Cake was right when she said that Gumball must've trusted her a lot if he wanted her to make food for the ball. So if that was the case... she definitely couldn't risk messing anything up. 

Sighing, the girl returned to the male's side and apathetically picked up the whisk.

     "I'm just a little... wound up is all. And no, I can't nor do I need to take a breather. We have no time for that! The ball is next week and I am not about to risk showing up with no food for anyone attending." Fionna rolled her eyes and continued mixing.

     "No seriously, Fi. I think you need to chill. You're uh... you're mixing the dough everywhere."

     "Huh?" Fionna raised an eyebrow at the vampire's comment and almost found herself breaking out into laughter seeing as how he was probably pulling her leg again. There was no way she was mixing it every...where. The girl looked down at her shirt and was met with a rather messy sight. She had been unconsciously mixing so furiously that the dough had gotten everywhere and had found it necessary to cover practically every inch of her shirt.

She dropped the whisk immediately and let out a weak groan, gritting her teeth all the while. This was just perfect. After giving her little spiel about how she didn't have time to take a breather and couldn't risk messing up, she did exactly just that. 

Fionna gently bit her bottom lip and stomped out of the kitchen before plopping herself down onto the couch. 

     "I am not going to cry over something so little."  She murmured to herself, balling her fists up while digging them into her skirt. 

It took a minute or so for Marshall to compose himself and not burst out laughing before he went over to comfort the girl. Floating out of the kitchen and into the living room, Marshall positioned himself in front of the girl. Debating whether or not now was the time to joke around, Marshall went ahead anyways and reached forwards to yank of Fionna's hat. With a quick flick of the wrist, the hat was pulled off her head and her long, golden hair immediately cascaded down her shoulders and fell until it touched the floor.