new story ahoy! i would have posted it sooner if i had a title. razz just came up with one for me tonight. she has the best ideas. my brain was dead on ideas! enjoy!

Beastboy jumped over the back of the couch and landed with a thud. He sat and stared at the blank TV screen, not feeling like going to find the remote.

I'll let Robin find it. It's always enjoyable watching him search for it.

He sat there for a couple minutes, his mind searching for and rejecting things that he might want to do.

I could go look for Raven. No, she would kill me. I could go ask if Cyborg wants to play videogames. No, we would have to find the remote, and he's working on his car. Robin is busy with Starfire, doing God knows what.

Beastboy continued this very exciting and time-consuming ritual until Starfire floated in about a half an hour later, with Robin close behind.

"Are we going to perform the breaking of the fast?" asked Starfire.

"Sounds good to me," said Robin.

Beastboy quickly agreed. He set to work, fixing up his infamous tofu breakfast, while Robin went to get Cyborg, and Starfire sat down to watch Beastboy.

Starfire stuck her finger in the mixture that Beastboy had just completed, put it in her mouth, looked up at the ceiling, looked back down at her hand, and took her finger back out of her mouth, the glob of unknowable stuff still stuck to her finger. She stared at her finger a little longer, then stood up and said, "Please pardon me, I must go visit the room of the bath." And so Starfire left, holding her finger as far away from her body as she possibly could.

Beastboy watched her go, a puzzled look on his face, shrugged, and got back to work. When Robin came back with Cyborg, Beastboy was putting the finishing touches on what, he thought, would be his best breakfast yet.

"EEEEEEWWWWWWW!" Cyborg exclaimed, "You let Beastboy cook?"

"Well, I don't cook, and you weren't here, so what else could I do? I just couldn't tell him that he couldn't cook, could I? Besides, it's his turn to cook anyway."

"Yes, you could," came a monotone from behind the arguing boys.

Everyone turned around and stared at Raven

"Hey Raven! I didn't expect to see you out here this early!" Beastboy exclaimed as he came out from behind the counter.

"I came to get my tea," she replied. She walked over to one of the cabinets and got one of her teabags and put some water on the stove.

"Do you want any breakfast?" Beastboy asked.

"Are you making it?" she replied.

"Yep!"

"Then, no," she walked to the other side of the counter and sat on one of the stools.

"Oh," Beastboy said, staring down at his creation. He picked up the bowl, walked to the trashcan, and dumped the contents into it.

"You can cook from now on if you want to, Cyborg. I don't care," muttered Beastboy, setting the bowl down in the sink and walking out of the room.

"What's eating him?" Cyborg asked.

"No clue, but I'm hungry. Someone PLEASE make something!" replied Robin.

Raven sat and stared at the door that Beastboy had just walked out. Was it something I said? She wondered. I sure hope not. Maybe I should go see if he's okay. Why do I even care? I don't know. I didn't used to. What's happening to me?

Robin's voice cut into her thoughts. "Raven? You're water's done."

QotD: i've had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it. -Groucho Marx-