"Hey Mae I'm home," Thai called shutting the door.
"Hey keep it down," Megan said.
"Why," Thai asked.
"Don't you remember? The foster kid came today and he is upstairs in his room," she said.
"So that still doesn't answer my question," Thai retorted.
"Well I kinda sorta didn't…tell him about…you."
"What! Why not?"
"Dunno kinda slipped my mind."
"So if it kinda sorta slipped my mind to not cook; it would be ok?"
"No."
"Precisely."
"Yeah, whatever you're saying it's not processing," Mae said confusion written on her face.
"You know what? Forget I said anything, I'll cook and then you can introduce me to your little charge," Thai said walking into the kitchen.
"By the way I'm thinking spaghetti; it'll be ready in about half an hour," Thai called.
"Richard," Mae knocked on his bedroom door.
"Please don't call me that."
"What would you like me to call you," she said opening the door. He lay on his bed staring at the ceiling.
"Robin," he whispered, "you can call me Robin; never Richard."
"Ok," she said slowly, "but can I ask you why not Richard?"
He turned to face her, his face a look of utter confusion, "I…don't know…why not.
"Ok well Robin dinner is ready; I hope you like spaghetti."
Together they walked down the stairs, before opening the door to the kitchen Mae stopped.
"Robin, you and I are not the only people who live here," she started, "I have a friend, her name is Thai. Her room is across from yours."
"What's she like," he asked curiosity etching his face.
"Well…I don't know how to explain it, but I think you'll like her; she adores kids."
"If you say so," he shrugged. She opened the door and they both walked in. Immediately he spied a lady about 5' tall with light milk chocolate skin, spiky hair held up by a large clip, wearing a black tank top, jeans and converse. She had on earphones and was bustling about the kitchen; completely oblivious of their presence. He didn't know what it was about her but he seemed to relax a bit and wasn't so nervous. It seems that people who can cook have a thing about getting people to relax by offering them food. What Robin didn't know was that as soon as they had walked through the kitchen door Thai had noticed them, but she didn't stop what she was doing because she didn't want the little dark haired boy standing by Mae to get nervous. So she kept up her work till the food was on the table, before stopping.
Without turning around she called out to them, "well are you two gonna stand there all day or eat?" Surprised at the fact that Thai had indeed noticed them, they scrambled toward the table.
"So Mae who is your little friend here," Thai spoke.
"This is…," Mae struggled trying to decide what Dick wanted her to tell Thai.
"Robin, my name is Robin. It's a pleasure to meet you missus Thai," Robin supplied.
"Oh, aren't you quite the gentleman."
"Between me and you," Thai whispered to Robin, "she hasn't brought one of those here in a long time." Mae hearing every word turned red, while Robin snickered.
"So little man, do you like cookies?"
Upon being called upon he froze a bit before hesitantly answering, "Yes."
"Good cause I was going to make cookies after dinner and trust me when I say this Mae can't make cookies to save her life. Since Mae can't help me I guess I can't make chocolate chip cookies." Thai gave him a disappointed smile.
Did she just say what I thought she said, Robin thought, chocolate chip cookies. Yummy, ah but she won't make 'em unless she gets help. Hmm.
"Can I…uh…help you make…the cookies," Robin said making up his mind.
Immediately Thai smiled brightly, "Of course!"