Ryan moved on from the mostly consumed boar to a new dish: a large, cream-covered blueberry pie. He sat by it and dug his hands into it, pulling them out and licking off the cream and blueberry filling. His fingers and lips were stained almost immediately a deep purple.
“Yeah, can we join in?” Dylan asked, licking his lips, only to receive a sharp wap to the back of his head by Marceline.
“We lost Kit and now Ryan’s a gluttonous goblin. We are not losing you to these curses too!” she growled.
Marceline wished that she were stronger. If she had been stronger, maybe she could’ve saved her friends from these curses. She vowed that someday she would be. She’d be so strong she could protect all her friends!
“Ryan, are you okay!?” Dylan asked, eyes going wide as he noticed that....