Olivia watched Marshall and Fionna carefully.

“What’s wrong, Mama?” Chip asked, hopping up next to her and startling her.

“What...? Oh, it’s just you. It’s just... this story isn’t as it used to be.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know how you’re growing up? Well, the story is growing up too.” Olivia sighed.

“What?” Chip asked, even more confused.

“Remember when I told you the story of ‘Beauty and the Beast’ when you were little?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“What if I told you we were supposed to be in that story- as supporting characters? As their friends? That he was not supposed to  have a good temper, and she was supposed to be a bookworm.”

“But Mama, he does have a good temper and she’s not a bookworm.” Chip said, finally deciding his mother was crazy.

“I know. The story’s different. It’s a different version, and all they have to do is dance and talk and laugh.” Olivia sighed.

“Okay... bye Mama.” Chip said, hopping away from his mother as fast as possible.  Perhaps he’d go find Cogsworth, who would roll his eyes and say to Chip, ‘I know how you feel. She’s been like that for years.’ Olivia blinked. While she had been talking to Chip, one of them had said something and now Fionna was marching towards the door, slamming it in Marshall’s face.

“Oh, now they want to go back to the story? Now?” Olivia muttered to herself, annoyed with both of them.

She hopped off the shelf, down to the table, down to the chair, down to the floor. Then she hopped after to the scowling Marshall. “Alright, what did you do?”

“Me? Why are you assuming I did something?!” He asked, glaring down at her.

“Because I saw the way she walked, Marshall! I’ve walked that walk myself! She obviously blames you for something, and I want to know what it was!” She demanded.

“I don’t know!” He shot back.

“Fine. I’m going to go check on her. If you follow me, she’s not going to let me in, now is she?”

“No.”

“Oh, and Marshall?”                                                                                                    

“What?”

“Be glad you fought. It means that you two really are a good match.”

“What?”

“If you never fight in a relationship, it’s not a good sign.”

“We fight. Just never to  this degree.” Marshall muttered, glaring at the floor.

Olivia rolled her eyes and began hopping up the stairs. “Bloody teenagers... freaking hormones... couldn’t wait five minutes... no legs..." She muttered to herself.

Reaching Fionna’s door, she rapped sharply on it with her spout.

“Go away, Marshall!” She heard Fionna say.

“I’m not Marshall, I’m Olivia!” She said indignantly.

“Well... is Marshall with you?” Fionna asked.

“Of course not! I told him to sod off and he's not the same type of vampire that he was with the invisibility and all. He's more like Count Dracula now.”

Fionna opened the door just wide enough for Olivia to squeeze in. “Now, what did he do?” She asked her niece.

“How do you know he did something?”

“Because 1) you were walking as though he had just told you the most infuriating thing in the world, 2) your eyes are red and you’ve been crying, and 3) he’s not the one being upset in his room, now is he?” Olivia asked.

Fionna smiled sadly. “Yeah. But still! He doesn’t need to be so overprotective all the time! I’m not made of glass!”

“Well, I’m made of china, and no one cares about me.” Olivia huffed, trying to make Fionna smile again. It worked.

“Well, you’re grumpy all the time.” Fionna said.

“Not to mention everyone thinks I’m crazy.” Olivia agreed.

Fionna shrugged. “Thanks for being here for me.”

“What else would I do? You’re my niece. The only connection I have to him is that he’s your... oh, right...”

Fionna bit her lip, but said nothing.

“Fionna, let me tell you something. It’s something I told him right before I came upstairs. Couples are supposed to fight. I was worried that you two weren’t fighting, that your relationship wasn’t going to end well, that you were both going to be stuck in a relationship that you didn’t want when it just faded back to friendship.” Olivia sighed.

“You said all that to him?”

“Well... the gist of it.”

The wardrobe, who seemed to be Cake, said, “He’s really not such a bad guy.”

Olivia nodded enthusiastically. “I don’t think he even knows what he did wrong, so he can’t-“

“Oh, he knows what he did wrong.” Fionna said, glaring at the door.

Olivia and Cake-the-wardrobe shared a nervous glance. “Well, maybe if he was listening...” Cake said.

“No. He said, ‘I’m just trying to protect you, you don’t need to get so mad’. He definitely knows. I’m not a little china doll –no offense, Olivia- and I don’t need him to protect me! I was doing fine before I met him! I can handle it all! As a matter of fact, I can even handle him.”

“How did that come up?” Olivia wondered, mostly wondering if she even wanted to know.

“First time we met.” Fionna said. “He was trying to steal our house.”

Cake-the-wardrobe and Olivia shared another look. Well, that was weird. But who were they to judge?

“I feel like we’re in ‘Alice in Wonderland’.” Olivia frowned.

“Why?” Cake-the-Wardrobe asked.

“Because I’m a teapot, this place is filled with inanimate objects that can suddenly move and talk, and now a teapot and a wardrobe are convincing you that it’s okay that you and your boyfriend fought. This doesn’t sound normal to you, right?”

Fionna nodded. “Fair enough.”

“So- if I can get him to apologize, will you accept his apology?” Olivia said, getting to the point.

“Of course.”

“Maybe... you would want to apologize a little bit too...? For storming off like that?” Olivia said delicately.

Fionna bit her lip. “That was fairly childish, wasn’t it?”

"It's okay. Everyone gets to be childish once in a while. But still. Apologies." Olivia said, getting her back on track.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have blown up like that-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! He should still apologize. But you should too- that’s all I’m saying.” Olivia said.

Fionna nodded. “Thanks, Olivia.”

“Any time.” Olivia agreed. Both she and Cake-the-wardrobe shot Fionna a look like, well? What are you still doing here? If they had had their bodies, they would have made little shooing motions with their hands.  Fionna headed out the door, and Olivia was zapped back to TV’s room.