Fionna had grown accustomed to the place. A week now had passed and Jones still avoided her. Everyday, he would go to the farm behind the cabin and everyday, he would not even spare a glance unless it had been because he never knew where she was at the time.
However, two days ago, she found out why. Why he had distanced himself from her. The reasons were partly her fault and also nonsense.
She could no longer stand the fact that the only two people that had been in this cabin for five good days were much likely to be enemies... but the truth had been made known by accident.
Jones had once more, as his nightly routine, sat by the fire place. Whenever he did this, simply watching how the flames breathe and ignited each and every time, Fionna would see a weird, inexplicable satisfaction i
