A/N: Based off of one of my favorite little headcanons that Atlanteans are OK with surface-dwellers eating fish but just like to troll and guilt trip them for fun.

"Wait, what?!" Roy exclaimed, glaring at his best friend's somewhat smug face. They were standing outside of a sushi restaurant in Star City in their civvies. Kaldur had noticed Roy staring longingly at said restaurant and decided that now was as good as time as any to make an earth-shattering confession.

Kaldur just smirked at his friend's surprise and phonetically repeated himself. "I don't mind if you eat fish."

"Yeah yeah, I got that part," the ginger archer said impatiently. "What I don't understand is why you're just telling me this now."

"Roy," Kaldur said slowly, as if Roy were no older than 5, "you do realize that despite my living in the ocean and physically bearing fish like qualities, I am not actually a 'fish-person', as Robin would put it. Whether or not you want to eat fish is up to you."

Sensing the patronizing tone in the Atlantean's voice Roy narrowed his eyes and entered the little sushi shop without saying another word.

Some Time Later*

Kaldur's eyes fluttered open and himself staring at a large black pillow. He had fallen asleep on Roy's couch again, for the third time that week. Before he could think to scold himself however he noticed the smell of melting cheese and tuna fish.

He turned onto his back, ignoring the throw blanket that tumbled onto the floor. The time on the DVR read 2:30 and considering the lack of light in the room, it had to have been morning. Taking a minute or two to collect himself, Kaldur slowly rose from the couch. He stretched and made his way slowly to the kitchen.

He found Roy sitting at the round table at the center of the room fiddling with his cell phone. The Atlantean was quick to notice the numerous empty tuna cans on the counter behind the ginger, and instantly wondered when he went shopping.

"Good morning?" Kaldur said, frankly confused as to why he was even still there.

"Hey," was all Roy said in response.

"Are you going to tell me what's in the oven?"

"Is that what woke you up?" Roy responded, finally looking away from his phone. "It's a tuna casserole."

Kal just blinked at the blunt, matter-of-fact response. "You're making tuna casserole at 2:30 in the morning?"

"Hey!" the ginger yelped defensively. "I didn't eat fish for 4 years because of you. Let me have this."

"O...K...?" Kaldur said as he held his hands up in mock surrender and backed out of the kitchen slowly. "I should really get going. Black Canary and Red Tornado worry when I don't return to the cave before midnight."

Roy just nodded and once again brought his attention to his cell phone. He listened to the door open and quietly click shut.

He just sat in silence for 5 minutes before asking himself, "How does a robot worry?"

A/N: Based off a true story. That's not even a joke, I literally caught my mom making a tuna casserole at like 2:00 AM. It was hilarious.