It should be known at this point that Jazz's teacher (and Dessie's future teacher) was a crabby woman who for whatever reason, had chosen a job with a group of people (children) that she particularly despised. She disliked Jazz for obvious reasons, what with Jazz constantly interrupting the class every five minutes to make the other children laugh and not paying attention to her lessons. 

Her dislike of Desdemona went a little deeper though. Desdemona represented Ms. Myrtle's youth-- she was a delicate, precocious child who others flocked to. One such girl had destroyed Ms. Myrtle as a child, and she'd never quite recovered from the incident. She made it her continued goal to destroy the girl once and for all. 

On the Thursday after Fionna and Dessie had moved in (with flirting in the hallways whenever Fionna and Marshall met, which was surprisingly often) parent-teacher conferences began. For whatever reason, Ms. Myrtle conducted two of them at the same time, and because of her intense dislike for both Dessie and Jazz, Fionna and Marshall were paired up. 

"Ms. Hurdle." Marshall greeted her. "What are you accusing Jazz of-- oh, hey, Fi." 
Fionna sat down next to him, and smiled at Ms. Myrtle. "Hello, I'm Desdemona's mother." 
"I am aware of who you are, Miss Mertons." Ms. Myrtle hissed through thin lips. "Now that you're both here, I can explain the trouble both of your daughters have caused." 

"Sorry my kid can't take that stick out of your butt." Marshall scoffed. 
"Wait, Dessie's causing trouble? That doesn't sound like her." Fionna argued. 
"Your kid is likely fine. Curdle over here is the manifestation of evil and doesn't like it when children have fun, or y'know, don't worship Cthulhu." Marshall explained. "Trust me, she thinks Jazz is the Antichrist, or something." 

"That would imply that you are Lucifer, Mr. Abadeer." 
"You're not denying it." He retorted. 
"In any case... Jahzara is disruptive, and does not pay attention to the lessons, preferring instead to think up rude toilet jokes instead. Desdemona... well, she's a different barrel of fish altogether. It's probably hard for you to see this, being so close to the situation, but your spoiled brat... I mean child... is malicious. She is only a step away from murdering pets in particularly gruesome ways..." 

"Do you have any evidence for this?" Fionna demanded. 
Marshall shook his head, and Ms. Myrtle glared at him. "Maybe a stable home environment would benefit her..." She said coldly. "Both of them." 
"Are you saying that just because I'm a single parent I'm raising my daughter wrong?!" Fionna hissed. 
"Oh, you wounded me." Marshall said sarcastically. "Maybe you're speaking from experience. Maybe if both of the aliens that hatched you had stayed, you wouldn't have found a way to Earth and decided to destroy all human life."

Fionna looked at him, and he winked back, grinning. She smiled, and he nodded at the teacher in a way that meant for her to follow his lead.
"I think I could find it in my heart not to be surprised if you two were in actuality having some form of copulation at the expense of your daughters' personalities." Ms. Myrtle said drily.
"Well, we had to get them somehow in the first place." Fionna tried.

Marshall grinned. "Nice."
"It's no wonder that your daughters are like this when you, Mr. Abadeer, behave like a child yourself and you, Ms. Mertons, allow her near him."
"And it all comes back to me." Marshall sighed. "You know, I'm really starting to think you're jealous."
"Of what?" Ms. Myrtle snorted. "Your personality that has yet to leave middle school?"

"His amazing hair, human-looking hands, and ability to communicate with other people?" Fionna suggested, looking at Marshall for approval.
He laughed. "You can be a little spitfire at times, Fi. I love it."
She grinned back. "You really think so?"

"Yeah, I do." He smiled at her, and Ms. Myrtle cleared her throat. "Since you two work so well together in a way that is obviously platonic, why not chaperone the upcoming overnight field trip together?"
"Oh, I knew you'd miss me." Marshall grinned.
"I shall not be attending." Ms. Myrtle growled. "Somehow this trip was created, yet I never agreed to it."
"A sleepover? For five year olds?" Fionna tried. "Well, I guess they'll be able to sleep, since you're not there, but this could be a really, really bad idea."
"Too bad." Ms. Myrtle snarled. "The children have enjoyed the idea of the trip, and as much as I'd enjoy crushing their dreams--"

"She said it, not me." Marshall whispered in Fionna's ear, before adding, "The not sleeping thing was also really good."
She smiled at him, as Ms. Myrtle continued. "The fact remains that the trip must go on. I was planning on asking more responsible parents, who know how to operate simple devices such as birth control, yet they have all come and gone without accepting it. If you truly love your daughters, you will accept the chaperoning of the entire kindergarten."

"Whoa whoa whoa. It's just us?" Marshall demanded.
"There's about 30 of them!" Fionna added.
"And guess who contributed to that number accidentally?" Ms. Myrtle responded coolly. "Now, leave. Mr. and Mrs. Kendall, and Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Hardy are coming in to discuss their sons. I saved the best for last, and you two are causing me more stress than your children combined."

"Hey, why not ask them to help with your trip?" Fionna demanded.
"Because they have done nothing to be punished for." Ms. Myrtle replied. "Now, out."
"Can you believe this?" Marshall scoffed to Fionna as they got outside.  
"Dessie was really looking forward to that trip..." She sighed. "Guess I'll have to take a raincheck on that drink."

He blinked at her. "You're really going to do it?"
"Of course. I'd do anything for Dessie."
"Alone?"
"Well, no." She admitted. "I was hoping you'd join me?" She looked over at him hopefully, and he smiled softly. "Sure, F-- what's that on your lips?"

"Where?" She asked.
"Here." He leaned in and kissed her gently. She deepened it, wrapping her arms around his neck and tangling her fingers in his hair, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
As the kiss ended, they still held onto each other. Marshall whispered in her ear, "If you had asked 'what', I would have said 'me'."

Fionna laughed. "So... is this going to become a thing, or...?"
"I hope so. I like kissing this attractive, curvy blonde." He slid one of his hands higher, wrapping a lock of her hair around his finger.
She leaned against him. "And I like kissing this attractive, tall bruin."

"Mm... see you on Saturday?" He asked.
She grinned. "Presumably on Friday, but definitely on Saturday. Come on. We're going in the same direction anyway."
A little hesitantly, he entangled his hand with hers and they walked away, talking about nothing in particular in hushed voices.