Marceline had long since found that she didn't really like candy. It was too sticky and utterly tooth-rotting. She didn't sugarcoat and she certainly wasn't sweet on anybody. It was the same reason that she and Bonnibel didn't work out. She wasn't made of sugar like everyone else in that goddamn kingdom.

Sugar. If she really thought about it, sugar was the root to all of her problems. At home (not enough), in relationships (too much) and everywhere else. Not for any other reason.

At least that's what she told herself.

Things never tended to last long. Marceline was never really in love. She didn't know, for a long time, whether she even could. She didn't feel it as strongly as she had when she was living. But... of course she didn't. She wasn't the same innocent little girl anymore, was she? She'd seen too much. Lost too much.

She met you in a comple freak accident, honestly.

Finn and Jake had found you. You tagged along, curious about the two of them. And then ran head first into Marceline. She thought about draining you of your red. You had such pretty red lips and soft red cheeks, complete with a red headband.

She actually didn't like you at first. You were too earnest and open with your feelings - too sweet. But... over time, as you started to tag along more and more, she built up a... tolerance, for you. She'd even caught herself looking forward to it on occasion.

She didn't know how to deal. Not really. The old her would have lashed out, probably. Terrorized some Candy Kingdom citizens. But... she'd been working on herself. Trying to come to terms with the way she felt through music and other healthy ways.

She wrote a song called Sweet and Sour. It seemed fitting, given the way that she felt as of late. And, obviously, who she was feeling it about.

She was sitting in her place, singing softly, as she strummed on her axe guitar.

Sweet as sugar, pretty like a dream. Why would you ever want a girl as sour as me? Sweet thing, sweet thing, tell me, how I'm worthy to be your sour candy.

She didn't hear you come in until she looked up. Then, she put her guitar down. "...What are you doing here, sugartits?" She snorted, pretending to be indifferent.