Author's Notes:
To be frank, this story was written after a bad experience with a leftover dish and a desire to write a cute Titan story ;)
Also, a disclaimer: No, I do not own Teen Titans or anything related to the matter, etc… I only write stories like these as homage to honor the actual creators and writers', to which this concept belongs.
Now… There's no calculated romantic pairings to be aware of for anyone concerned. It's just good, fatuous fun! Thanks for stoppin' by, and I hope you enjoy.
"I'm hungry. Ooh, what do we have here? Oh man, this all looks good!"
Raven wrinkled her nose and lowered her book. "Beast Boy, have you ever been to the mall before?"
"Sure," he said, picking through the furry blue food in the back of their refrigerator. "I didn't think you've ever been."
"They have those things in the window marked, 'For Display Only.'"
"What's your point?"
She closed her eyes, then closed her book. "You're not seriously going to eat that?"
"As long as it's not mutton of some kind."
"You can't tell?"
He pulled out a velvety-topped bowl of green gunk. "I think this was tofu lentil salad."
Raven cringed while he poked it with a spoon. "Ugh."
"No, no, it's still good. I'll just peel back the top layer…"
"I can't watch," she interrupted, turning toward the stairwell. "It's too painful."
"What am I supposed to do?" he asked helplessly. "Robin, Starfire, and Cyborg won't be back from the store until who knows when. I can't wait that long!"
Raven looked over her shoulder before disappearing into the hallway. "If I hear any wild howling, I'll assume you were dumb enough to eat that."
"And if I am?"
"I'll fly you to the hospital," she mumbled, seeing him dig into the dish. "And call the poison control center. There's no way I'm getting my hands on that mess."
Beast Boy shrugged, unperturbed by Raven's warnings. "This isn't so bad. It's tastes even better aged."
Raven turned toward her room with a shudder.
She doesn't know what she's missing, Beast Boy thought while he devoured as much of the salad as he could. Once he was full, he tossed the empty dish into the sink to wash another time. Unaffected by his snack, he took a running jump into the couch cushions. He laughed to himself after he turned on their TV. Now that Raven's gone, I'm free to watch anything I want. Diving right into daytime cartoons, Beast Boy quickly forgot his troubles and curled up with the blissfully hypnotic shows.
After an episode or two, he tilted his head, not feeling quite right. Ooh… I think Raven was right about that stuff. Why didn't she try to stop me?
He rolled off the couch and onto his knees, his stomach rolling as well. Once Beast Boy clamped his mouth shut, he attempted to make it to the bathroom. If I barf on the floor, Cyborg's gonna kill me. Must… make it to… bathroom…
Only halfway there, a horrifying dizzy spell stopped him in his tracks. Shifting into several different animals, Beast Boy was unable to shake the feeling. He collapsed to the floor after resorting to his original form.
Maybe I should holler for Raven. She might hear me. Or, I could start howling. Didn't she say if I started doing that, she'd fly me somewhere? Somewhere… Where? Can't open mouth… Out pour foul lunch… Ugh… Raven, help me…
