From the BarneyRobin Finale Drabblethon on LiveJournal, with a prompt from tempestdance.
Prompt:
"You know that you were the taco, right?"
"Mrph!" Robin said as she stuffed her face full of spicy, hard-shell taco dripping with simulated cheese sauce. She was ravenous. She hadn't eaten in what felt like days. She glanced up from her meal to address the blond across the restaurant table. "Okay, Barney, I admit it."
Barney Stinson distractedly looked up from the taco and salad he had been picking at. "Wha?"
"About tacos." Robin was spitting out bits of psuedo-Mexican food so she picked up a napkin. Barney was looking at her with a slight frown as he wiped off his tie-- he wasn't angry, though, so she elaborated. "You said you loved them. At Ted's. A while ago."
Barney dropped his tie. "Yeaaah." There was a awkward pause. "You know that you were the taco, right?"
Robin looked up sharply, dropping her taco remains onto her plate. She floundered for a bit until she swallowed and forced out a "What?"
Barney coughed in response.
"This isn't gonna turn into some relationship thing, is it?" Robin looked at her taco, then back up at Barney. A little more desperately, she shot out "Is it?!"
Barney froze, then pulled out his phone. He punched a button and said into it quickly, "Stinson. What? Someone's suing us for putting lead in our baby pacifiers? Oh, well, I better come down to work right away!" He pocketed the phone without turning it off. Robin made eye contact with him for a split second before he darted out the restaurant's glass doors, leaving them swinging closed.
She would have thought about how oddly convenient the call was a little more, she would have. And she would have figured out exactly what he meant by his previous statement, definitely.
But she was really hungry. And that taco was sitting there on her plate, with oozing cheese and a side of potato oles and she felt like she literally hadn't eaten in years and, well... she really didn't WANT to know what he'd meant.
Yet.