Simon: Well, I guess you know what we have to do... picks up a piece of chalk from the rubble of the treehouse, smiles at it
Convenient.
begins drawing the Penn face
Marceline: You remember the spell to the nightosphere?
Simon: who do you think it was who taught you the spell to the nightosphere?
Marceline: Yeah, I know. It's just that—
Simon finishes drawing the face, and stands back to admire it.
Marceline: I guess it's just good to have you back.
Simon: It's good to be back.
silence, and crickets chirping, but not the comedic kind—the atmospheric kind
Simon: Well, when you're ready we can say the chant and go see your father.
Marceline: I don't know, Si, he hasn't seen you like this in a long time. He might try to suck up your soul the minute we get there.
Simon: chuckles Well, he cant suck up what I don't have.
Marceline: Oh... chuckles too
Both laugh.
Simon, softly: that wasn't a joke btw the demonic wishing eye literally took my soul
