“Got it.” Finn places BMO on the table, getting up to grab it from a box on the shelf where they kept a disorderly jumble of cooking tools.

Finn’s loyalty to the candy kingdom, and protecting it, and especially to PB were pretty much rock solid. But sometimes it felt like it was all he did these days.

He puts the makeshift biscuit cutter in Jake’s hand.

“Maybe just one of the dungeons then. I don’t think it’ll take too long. And PB will call us the second she needs us.”