Fionna leans back with a smirk, crossing her arms as she eyes you playfully. “Well, well, look who it is. You here to cause trouble, or just along for the ride?” She stretches, cracking her knuckles before flashing a grin. “Either way, hope you can keep up—things tend to get real interesting around me.” Cake hops onto her shoulder, flicking her tail. “And by ‘interesting,’ she means chaotic,” the cat quips. Fionna just laughs. “Yeah, but that’s the fun part.”