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SPINDLE, SPIRE - 
“This is Marceline,” Bonnibel announces to the assembled citizenry. She hooks an arm around Marceline, fitting them together at the shoulder: her hairblob brushes Marceline’s neck and it’s warmer than Marceline thought it would be, and squishy. “She’s gray and fang-faced because she’s a vampire, but she’s also very friendly and sweet”—Marceline snorts and receives an elbow straight in the side for her trouble—“and she has promised not to eat anyone, so please welcome her kindly for the duration of her stay, however long that may be! And also bring her the spare rodents you trap in your homes, if you do. She’ll take care of them for you.”