AT: TouchCake placed a kettle on the stove and glanced out the kitchen window at the pouring rain. Fionna had been out adventuring all day and Cake wondered whether or not she had remembered to pack an umbrella. As if on cue, Cake heard the door open with a loud crash downstairs.AT: Touch3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fionna's home!" she cheered as she stretched down the ladder to the entrance of their tree fort. She laughed to herself thinking that Fionna must be angry at the rain for prematurely ending her adventuring to have slammed the door like that, but when Cake reached the front door all her humor drained away. There, leaning against the doorframe trying to support the weight of the limp boy in her arms, stood a frantic and desperate Fionna.
"Cake, help me!" Fionna cried as she struggled to hold up the unconscious Flame Prince. Cake, thrown off guard by the sight, quickly snapped into action. She stretched her arms around Fionna and the prince and carried them up to the living room. After she laid the Flame Prince on the co