This one isn't going to be Olivia's POV. Just a head's up.

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"Disney." Fionna repeated.

"Yep. Whatever happens, you can always count on a happy ending." Marshall grinned.

"But why Disney?" She wondered.

He grinned at her. "Because you know this kind of stuff would never happen in real life, but it still makes you smile when the hero gets the girl -or the heroine gets the guy, you don't need to glare at me- even though Mulan would have been beheaded, Naveen would have eaten Tiana (because that's what big frogs do to little frogs, Fi, don't look so surprised) and Belle would have married Gaston."

"No she wouldn't have. She would have rather become an old spinster." Fionna said.

Marshall shot her a look. "Why? It was at a time when the most women could hope for was a good marriage. Gaston was the most powerful person in the village."

"But she didn't love him. Love was very important to Belle. Plus- he basically said he only wanted her because she's pretty and could bear him several sons." She said.

"Love was not a real thing back then. At best, it was an ideal. Everyone got married for convenience, and they got married early."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, back then, you would already by married, and I definitely would be."

"To who?" She asked.

"You, or me?" He asked, leaning down, close enough for her to kiss.

"Either one." She asked, not taking his bait.

"You? Probably to Gumwad, as much as that puts a bitter taste in my mouth. And me? Probably to Ashley, and now my mouth tastes awful."

"You're right, the idea of you marrying Ashley is awful." Fionna said, tossing him an apple.

"What's this for?" He asked her.

"The bad taste in your mouth. When you suck out the color, I know you also get a little of the taste." She said, smiling coyly at him.

He put his arms around her, and said, "I have a better idea."

He kissed her passionately, and she grinned at him as they pulled away. "Well, shall we watch a G rated film, or not?"

"Of course."

"So nothing higher than PG-13."

He nodded. "We've never done anything that would constitute as anything above PG."

She smiled, and slid the DVD into the player. He turned on the TV as she sat back down, and put his arm around her. She snuggled up to him and together, they started Disney's 'Beauty and the Beast'.

Unfortunately, Olivia knocked at the door before they could continue. “You two aren’t watching a movie, right?” She practically begged.

“We were about to.” Marshall said, annoyed.

“Great. Just great. Because my telly is insanely jealous, and in five... four... three... two... one...” They were zapped into the world of Disney’s ‘Beauty and the Beast’.

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I like this one better than my other Fiolee Beauty and the Beast story. (Don't... don't look for it. Please. It's not very good. I try to avoid it whenever I can.)