The next morning, Beast Boy was cooking tofu for breakfast, and as usual, Raven watched and Starfire giggled as Cyborg prepared to decline the stuff. Before he could open his mouth, however, a torn and bruised Robin walked in.

"Glad you're here, Robin," Raven greeted him. "By the way, Cyborg was going to start it again." She quickly glanced over her shoulder at the two boys.

Robin sighed and walked over to Beast Boy. "Can you eat all that?" he asked, pointing to the pan in the green changeling's hand.

"Yep," Beast Boy replied, closing his eyes in pride. Then he opened one. "Why?"

"I think I have an idea that doesn't require you wasting that. Since you're capable, you can eat all the tofu you made, and I can make breakfast for three!"

Cyborg eyed his injured leader curiously. "You are a good cook, right?" When Robin nodded, he leapt into the air, spinning his arms in circles. "BOOYA! Robin's cooking! Robin's cooking! Robin's cooking!"

Starfire smiled at him, then her eyes went wide when she realized what her best friend had just said. "Robin? What did you mean by 'three of us'? Not counting Beast Boy, there are four."

"I'm not hungry," Robin replied. "But anyway, I'll get to cooking!" He turned back to the stove and gathered all the ingredients for bacon, eggs, and toast, and herbal tea, along with the mustard and milk.

Starfire squealed with joy as Robin placed her breakfast in front of her.

"Alright!" Cyborg shouted. "Eggs, with a side dish of bacon and toast made of fresh bread, accompanied with a glass of creamy milk: my favorite!"

"At least he wisely uses his knowledge of our favorite foods," Raven said, shooting an annoyed glance at Beast Boy, who, of course, was eating his tofu faster than Kid Flash could run.

"Mmmmm! Robin, you should cook more often!" Cyborg exclaimed.

"Yes, friend! I believe I have never been served the yellow beverage of which you refer to as 'mustard'!"

"Ditto."

Beast Boy looked up from his ever so recently emptied plate. "Dude, are you okay?" he asked. "You look a little… pale."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine," Robin replied.

Raven groaned, got up, and walked around to the other side of the table. She held a hand to his forehead, pulling back two seconds later.

"Robin," she announced, "You're burning up."

"Actually," Robin replied, tapping his index fingers tip to tip shamefully, "My stomach has been bothering me lately."

"So that's why he didn't want to eat his breakfast!" Cyborg concluded. "Now, Robin, go rest. You'll need it. And, also, if it makes you think anything other than work, I can send Starfire up with you, now that she's done. She can surely make you feel better." He wiggled his eyebrows as he said the last sentence.

"Sure. Is it okay with you, Star?" Robin asked.

"Of course!" she replied in a motherly tone.

"HEY!"