As Fionna walked down the familiar halls, she took a big bite out of her second apple... For she had gotten lost more than she could count.
The savour was worth stealing. She smacked her lips twice before opening the door to her room.
Fionna was wasted. She fell lifelessly on the bed then took another bite as her thoughts drifted to the upcoming feast.
She always loved the idea of a feast and as a princess she had been to all kinds of them. The men would always be merry, dance while tipsy and get into fights brought up by silly reasons.
Laughter would fill the room and the king, her father, would always make a toast...
Moreover, just the variety of food was what cruised about in her head. All the delicious splendors she had been so tempted to get her hands on earlier.
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