AN: Well, here you are! Thanks for taking time to read this little story of mine. I do not own the characters Fionna, Prince Gumball, or Cake. They are the work of Natasha Allegri. I do not own Adventure Time either. I only own the story line to this little fic. I don't even own the image! The image is "THIS IS MANLINESS" by toonzelda99. Hope you enjoy!

UPDATE: Hey guys, sorry it's been a while. I just realized that the story wasn't finished. I don't know what happened with the uploading, but the last little bit got cut off. :( Anyway, here it is in all it's finished glory. Sorry for the inconvenience, and I hope that the extra 20-ish words give you some more closure. :)

Prince Gumball was just putting the finishing touches on his newest creation. This was the difficult part. It required complete concentration, otherwise things could go horribly wrong. Thankfully, his subjects knew this and had left him to his own devices for nearly three days. Just a few more minutes, and he could finally be done. Just a little bit more…

*CRASH*

The Prince jumped back from his project in a rush, terrified of what harm could have come to it. After a moment of silence and peace, he got closer to make sure nothing had happened. It was still fine. Nothing had happened. Gumball let out a sigh of relief. He resumed his work, less worried. The final piece was nearly applied to the top…

*CRASH*

This time, Gumball wasn't nearly so lucky. He accidently pushed his project away from him, enough to cause it to topple over. It crashed to the ground, components going everywhere. After a minute of silence, Gumball turned to leave the kitchen, fuming. Standing in the doorway was Fionna, looking slightly out of breath.

"Oh hey PG!" Fionna smiled. "Cake and I were just playing a great game of Imagination and she sent a huge watermelon at me that I totally dodged with my mad… Why is there a giant pile of… cake on the ground?"

Prince Gumball heaved a long, dramatic sigh. "Oh, it was nothing. Just my greatest confectionery masterpiece. Nothing important."

"Oh, well, that's… cool. I guess," Fionna muttered. She perked up when she continued. "But you know what would be even more mathematical? If you helped me beat Cake at her own game. See, I have this great plan…"

Gumball just sighed again, then continued listening. "Yeah, that sounds great Fionna. How can I help?"

"Great! Here's what you need to do…"

The things Gumball was willing to do for her. He didn't want to tell her that it was her cake that had been ruined, and that it was his latest attempt to woo her since he had realized how awesome she truly was. But there was something that was bothering him, something he would need to ask her.

"Fionna, I hate to interrupt this strategy debriefing that is somehow starting to involve my kitchen appliances, but I need to ask you something."

"Sure PG, what's up?"

"What do you think of guys who bake? In a totally hypothetical situation, I mean. Not any specific guy. Just a generic guy."

Fionna smiled again. "Well, I think it takes a real man to bake, but that may just be me. Is that weird?"

Gumball shook his head, a smile slowly creeping across his face. "I don't think that's weird. I mean, I like a girl who can stand up for herself and beat me in arm wrestling. Is that weird?"

Fionna blushed, tugging on her hair and looking down. "No, not really."

Gumball smiled, his cheeks reddening as well. A moment passed before he looked down at Fionna's diagram drawn with flour on the counter. "So what exactly am I supposed to do with the powdered sugar?"