Fionna had fought monster. Demons. Ice Queens. Gone to the world of the dead. The Nightosphere.

And this? This scared the crap out of her.

It was one thing to talk about doing something, but going through with it meant that you had to be ready for anything, and Fionna, for now, was winging it. She had made sure the Tree Fort was clean enough, that they had a nice little diner, and and even lit a few candles.

Now? She had to wait.