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This island was gimmicky and it didn’t take Shadow long to figure it out, between the huge venus fly traps and pitcher plants, they reminded him of a certain plant enemy from his home, in all honesty.  So, naturally, he’d managed to fashion a spear shortly after arriving.

Shadow figured this would be difficult, sans the volcano looming in the background, this was pretty much a cakewalk.  A shame he didn’t have anyone to keep him company...He thought he might go crazy at this rate.

Traversing aimlessly, Shadow was debating on calling it a night, until his rather sensitive hearing picked up on some rustling down below.  From the level above, he peered over the edge.  It was just Brooke.  A shame she ended up here, but that wasn’t his proble-

Wait.

What was she doing?!

Luz will be reserved for you!

This place -- Archimedes Ward, Lucia was told? -- was kind of neat, but it was still no Promepolis. Narrow streets, able to walk almost anywhere... The rough areas didn’t have any fault auto-hydrants... and no Freeze Force.

Had she been here willingly this would have been a stark improvement. A vacation, even! But as it was, Lucia was now contending with some guy trying to rent out... shoes.

Tired, and burdened with a heavy mental load. One that the otaku worried Brooke might be sharing.

But that’s getting ahead of things. 

Open the door, Brooke.

“No, I’ve always known it, and I’ve learned to embrace it. It’s part of what makes me, me. Can’t really change that, can I?”

              “--Wait a second, you wanna try that               one more time? Slower though.”

He didn’t just hear what he THINKS he heard, did he?

She rang the doorbell, and by luck, Brooke was the one who answered. Maybe Varian had given her a heads-up that she was on her way. “Hey, girlfriend, I wanna talk to you! I got some big news.”

Brooke nods and smiles, stepping back to allow Marceline to float into the building. “What’s the news? Varian seemed kind of excited when he messaged me, and he wouldn’t say why.”

Marceline absolutely beams at Brooke. “Peridot and I are getting married!”

Brooke blinks once, twice. “Um. Yes, I-I knew that. You guys have been engaged since before we left the old place.”

Marceline laughs and shakes her head. “No, no! I mean we’ve got a date! We’re getting married next Saturday! And we want you to be the flower girl!”

Brooke blinks some more, and then slowly a grin grows on her face. “Really! Wow, so soon! I mean, you two have been engaged since I’ve known you, so… I suppose it’s a little overdue, but--wow, this is short notice! I need a dress, especially if--wait, you want me to be the flower girl?”

Marceline grins and nods. “Yeah! Varian’s the ring bearer. We thought it’d be cute if it were the two of you.”

Brooke claps her hands together and nods enthusiastically. “Yes, I’d love to do that! Oh, I’ve never been in a wedding before! I-I’ve never even been to a wedding! This is so exciting!”

Marceline reaches over to pat Brooke on the head. “Wear a nice dress, whatever color you want. If you come to Dressed to Kill, I’ll even cover it. I’m excited to have you be a part of this thing!”

“Me too! Ah, I’ll get right on getting ready!” Brooke cheerily bounces as Marceline turns to leave.