"Are you feeling better?" Barney asked from behind the kitchen counter as he brewed a fresh coffee he felt they both needed at this time.

"…No, not at all. It's like all I want to do is curl up into a ball and listen to sad Taylor Swift songs," Robin mumbled, curled up on the couch in the same black dress she had worn to the dinner date and slept in last night, surrounded by a little hill of the tissues she had used to dry her tears with.

Barney sighed a little. "That's okay, too. Take your time. Nothing heals a broken heart better than time itself."

"Wow mister, you are deep. You're like, the next Oscar Wilde or something," she mustered a smile as she continued staring at a blank wall, with her head propped up by her arm.

"Maybe I am, you never know." He smiled back; feeling satisfied he had at least managed to make her smile in a rough time like this.

With a slip of hand, she dropped the tissue she was holding, causing a glance downwards and her to notice the little black dress. As if suddenly realising something, she felt the same sharp blow of pain she had yesterday when Sam had called off their relationship. The dress, of course. Why, she had completely forgotten about it in the midst of last night's drama.

"Shit! Damn, damn, damn! Damn it!" Robin groaned, staring at her dress, one now with wet patches from her tears. And as if that was not bad enough, her dress was now slightly crumpled as well. She had no idea what to do next. "Curse you, Universe!" she yelled as she shook her fist in the air.

Noticing the unfamiliar yet quite amusing sight, Barney let out a whimsical little chuckle.

"Barney, it's not funny! My dress is ruined! Lord, I paid a hundred bucks just to rent it… Do you have any idea how screwed I am right now? I'm due to return it tonight…" Sighing, Robin let her voice fade out into a mumble as she stood up to get a better view of how bad her dress situation was. "I guess this can be fixed… Lily probably knows how to do it. She's artsy, I mean…" Scrunching up her nose, Robin picks up her phone, prepared to call her best friend.

"It's okay. You don't have to call Lily. I know someone, they can get it fixed." Barney gestured for Robin to put her phone down and so she did. She stared at him, wide-eyed, like he had saved her. And maybe he had.

"Really? Thanks. I mean, really. How much is… The fixing? I can pay you back. This isn't fair to you. This thing is pretty ruined. And I need to return it by tonight… I'm sorry; I'm causing so much trouble…" Robin let out yet another sigh and he noticed her shoulders drop visibly.

"Yes, really. And don't you worry about the cost, it'll be fine. I'll just file it under 'tax' or something in my business folder and someone from the company will pay. Leave it up to the Stinson." Barney walked over to Robin and put both his hands on her shoulders. "Now, there's just one problem…"

"What?"

"Well, the dry cleaning department can't exactly fix your dress with you still in it…" Barney grinned as Robin smiled slightly and shook her head to his terrible sense of humour.

Trust Barney to come up with corny stuff like this.