A/N: I wanted to start a drabble collection on this pair for a bit, so here it is. The Error is fixed! Three cheers to the IT folks who fixed whatever was going crazy here. I'm so glad to have ff. back up and working. WOOT! Anyway, this entire fic is all RobinXRaven pairings with them already as a couple. Ratings may vary by chapter, please pay attention. I also have more than one chappy to update, but I'm not on my actual pc at the moment, so those will come later. Thanks for reading! (oh and Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Teen Titans!)
Title: Carrots
Prompt: Vegetables.
Pairing: RobinxRaven
Words: No idea... :P
Rating: K
Warnings: None, really, unless you hate vegetables or something...
Raven pushed the orange, circled vegetables around on her plate. She stabbed them a few times with her fork, but made no effort to bring the mouthful to her mouth. Instead, she finished up the rest of the vegetable stir-fry and polished off all the eggrolls.
She didn't mind Chinese take-out—as long as Beast Boy wasn't doing the ordering. She twirled a forkful of vegetable chowmein and painstakingly fitted it into her mouth, chewing in small bites. Her eyes flickered to the annoying, cheerful pile of vegetables on the corner of her plate—almost mocking it seemed. She chomped down on bite of broccoli instead.
Robin watched her play with the food, swirling it one direction and then other. It was another detail he was pleased to tuck away for future reference. He'd never guessed that Raven might be shy of certain vegetables.
The angry bite of broccoli almost brought a visible smile to his face, but he pushed the urge away, sliding his plate just a bit closer to hers. He was used to Beast Boy's vegetarian tendencies and it didn't bother him much at all.
Her head snapped up in confusion when their plates touched. Her eyes grew wide as Robin calmly reached over and scooped the offending carrots into his own plate. He deliberately ignored her gaze as he pulled the plate back to his own spot, stabbing a few orange circles and crunching them easily in his mouth.
When he dared to sneak a glance at his lover, she was pouting—adorably—before reaching over and swiping a head of neglected broccoli from his own plate.
This time, he smiled.
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