Tharja came home one day to see Robin lounging on the sofa, taking up all the seats on her own. Afternoon TV wasn't interesting at all to her, so she had put a bad movie on and was currently reading a book. Tharja put her keys down on the table, and Robin looked up, slipping her bookmark in between the pages. The dark haired girl stared Robin down for a minute, until the younger girl scurried up the sofa.

"What?"

"Is he here?" Tharja asked, her eyes darting towards the door.

"Lon'qu?"

"I would never ask if Henry was here, would I?"

"He's upstairs. Made coffee when he came in and then went upstairs straight away."

"Did he say anything?" Tharja enquired, perching on the arm of the sofa beside Robin's feet.

"Imagine him talking," Robin retorted, rolling her eyes. "I said hello when he came in, but he didn't properly reply."

"So have you been here all day?" Tharja asked.

"I went into town for a bit this morning to get new underwear-"

"I thought you broke up with Chrom?"

"That doesn't mean I can't have cute yet functional underwear," Robin shrugged.

"True," Tharja conceded with a nod. "Continue."

"That's it."

"So you've been sitting here all day?"

"I had lunch in the garden."

"Fine. All afternoon?"

"Yes."

"Robin," Tharja asked, her eyes serious. "Have you like... lost your job or something? I mean, you haven't been at work in weeks, and you're not ill."

"Compassionate leave," she answered, looking past Tharja into the kitchen.

"All of your family members are still alive."

"Yeah," Robin sighed, pulling herself upright, allowing Tharja to slip down onto the seat. "You know that guy who worked in the ambulance with me, Ricken?"

"Oh, the short one? You brought him here once and you had coffee and I thought your tastes in men had drastically changed from tall, dark and handsome to munchkins?"

"Yeah. Three weeks ago, when I was on duty, he was killed in a hit and run. I didn't know it was him when I went to the scene to pick up the casualties. Both he and his mother were killed. And because we were so close, and because it was me who drove the ambulance, I've been given a while off. I'm going back on Saturday, though."

"I didn't know. Sorry, that was not too great of me to say. Why didn't you tell us before?"

"I didn't want to make a fuss," Robin laughed. "Ricken was a good kid. Younger than me, some sort of medical prodigy. Best new paramedic on the team."

"Robin, I'm sorry-"

"No, no, it's okay. Difficult, but I'll get over it eventually. The weirdest thing will be having a new partner when I go back."

"I'm sure it'll be someone good to you."

"Thanks, Tharja."

"Maybe it'll be a man who you can fall in love with and stop moping about Chrom," she teased, back to her old light hearted ways.

"I am not moping about Chrom!" Robin said, indignant. "And workplace romances are frowned upon in the health service."

"Not in my sector," Tharja smirked.

"Who have you hired now?" Robin asked, getting up from where she had sat all afternoon, taking her teacup into the kitchen.

"No one! I was just commenting."

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"Shut it, you."

Sorting out everyone's schedule mentally took Robin a lot of work. Tharja worked nine to five, and as Robin usually slept in until about ten (or later) she rarely saw her in the morning. Henry's shifts were all over the place, and he usually worked later than he had to, since he enjoyed making the children he looked after feel better. Lon'qu was harder to figure out, since Robin was sure if she asked him what he worked as and when he went to work she would just be brushed off. He had been living with them over a week and she still couldn't figure out whether he was rude or just shy.

Tharja reported that he always ate breakfast with her, but sat on his phone will shoving cereal down his neck. He made coffee in a travel mug, and left before her, often at about twenty past eight, if not earlier. Robin had noticed that he always left money on the side of the counter with a post it saying what he'd taken. She figured he brought his own lunch to wherever he worked, since there was always slightly less in the way of bread and fillings by the time she came to making her own lunch. Not that she was going to ignore the money- she just gave it to Henry, who generally paid for food.

Even though Henry paid for the food, he left money for it in a jar in the kitchen, in case they ever ran out of bread or milk or, gods forbid, coffee. They took it in turns to go to the supermarket- once a week, spending enough money to see them most, if not the whole way, through the week. This Friday, it was Robin's turned, and though she usually complained about having to do things for the better of her house mates, she rejoiced at having a reason to go out somewhere. She had noticed that Lon'qu was at home today- he had come down about half an hour ago to make his lunch, then disappeared again without a word. Steeling her nerves, Robin went upstairs and knocked lightly on the door. There was a notable pause before she could hear shuffling within his room, and then he appeared at the door.

"What?" It wasn't really a question, not in his tone of voice. Robin knew he was trying to intimidate her, but it wouldn't work.

"Are you busy?" She asked, smiling to be friendly. He raised his eyebrows.

"I have work to do. But if it's important, it can wait."

"I was going to go to the supermarket, and since you're here, I wanted to know if you wanted to come. We usually just cook Plegian food, but if you came we'd be able to make more meals. Like from Chon'sin, or whatever."

"Give me half an hour."

"I'll be waiting."

Eventually he did come downstairs, a jacket on and his hands in his pockets. Robin turned the TV off and peeled herself from the seat, running a hand through her hair. She lifted her keys from the dining table, where they seemed to permanently reside this weather. She held the door open for him, and he closed it when he came out. Robin's car was parked outside, and he raised his eyebrows at it as he got into the front passenger seat. He sat awkwardly for a minute while Robin fiddled with the CDs.

"Is this your car?"

"No, I just got into a strangers car and am rifling through their CD collection looking for best of piano classics for fun," she said with a straight face, and he hit his head off the back of the seat.

"Are you always like this?"

"This is literally the first conversation we've ever had," Robin pointed out, glancing up at him.

"Whatever," he said, turning his face away to stare out the window. She put the CD in and pulled out of her space. She kept her attention on the road, but occasionally she could feel him looking at her and glanced up at him. He immediately turned red and looked away, causing her only to smirk. She continued on driving, until they reached the supermarket. Robin jumped out of the car, and waited for Lon'qu to make an appearance. Eventually he did, and they walked together into the shop.

"I don't know why you asked me to come," he said, staring straight ahead of him.

"Company," she answered shortly. "And so we can buy food for you. I'm sure Plegian cooking isn't really your thing."

"It's fine," he said, grabbing a trolley from the row beside the shop and swinging it round in front of him.

"Listen, you're living in our house, the least we can do is make you good food that you like."

"Right."

He walked away then, standing in front of the trolley as Robin was forced to push it around the shop. She stocked up on vegetables and fruit first- healthy snacks to eat while she was on call. Tharja's Plegian meals mainly consisted of carbohydrates and meat, since the country they hailed from was largely desert. Since coming to Ylisse, they had become a lot healthier in eating fresh vegetables, something that Robin had discovered she had a particular taste for. To her surprise, Lon'qu lifted a strange looking lettuce and threw it in the trolley. He stared blankly at her for a moment, then shrugged and turned away. She smiled then, continuing onward.

He wasn't much use after that, letting her do whatever she wanted as she stocked up on meats and fish and milk and yogurt. Her healthy eating regime would resume when she got back to work, something she was secretly annoyed with, after eating whatever she wanted for the time she was off. She had told Tharja this already, and she had agreed that Robin should attempt eating properly for a while. Robin kept hitting the back of Lon'qu's legs with the trolley as they walked down the pasta and rice aisle, so much so that he turned around to glare at her.

"Why are you doing that?"

"I'm not doing it on purpose. If you would walk at a consistent speed, it wouldn't happen."

"I'll walk however I want. You're the one who wanted me to come with them to the shop."

"At least walk beside me like a normal person."

"Fine." He walked around the other side of the trolley, still standing a good few feet away from her. She sighed, knowing that was the best she was probably going to get. They walked down the rest of the aisle in silence, and it was only when they turned the corner and Lon'qu lifted a can of soup that was on the end of the aisle. Robin reached out and grabbed his wrist, holding it so he couldn't put the can into the trolley.

"You can only get this if you agree to eat dinner with us from now on."

"I could pay for it with my own money, and you couldn't do anything about that."

"Are you really going to fight with me in the supermarket over a can of soup?"

"J-just get off me, woman," he said, and she gladly released his wrist from her grip. He set the can of soup in the trolley without another word, and she walked on with half a smile on her face, noticing that he was still walking a while away from her.

They made it the rest of the way around the shop without incident. Lon'qu pointed out to Robin some of the Chon'sin cuisine which she then insisted on buying even if they weren't to cook it this week. He seemed thankful for that, even if he wouldn't admit it to her in words. Their final problem arose when it came to the checkout, and Lon'qu insisted on paying, despite Robin's many protests.

"No, Henry left money for me in the kitchen to spend on food this week."

"I haven't done anything since I moved in. At least let me pay for this."

"No, we have to do this properly. So let me pay." Without letting him argue further, she took out the necessary money from her pocket and handing it across to the cashier while rolling her eyes. The woman just laughed as she handed Robin her change and the receipt, and the white haired girl walked on without another glance at Lon'qu. He walked after her, hands in his jeans pockets and a scowl on his face.

"Oh, good. A full fridge. I expected you to not bother going out, since you haven't the last month or so," Tharja commented, rifling through the fridge to decide what to cook for dinner. Robin perched on a bar stool, sipping herbal tea.

"Not true, I've made a small effort to go out every day."

"There's some stuff in here I've never heard of," Tharja complained, holding up the lettuce thing that Lon'qu had picked out. "Like, what is pak choi?"

"It looks like lettuce to me. I don't know, Google it."

"Why would you even pick it if you didn't know what it was?"

"That's the thing, see. I didn't. I got our new best friend to come with me."

"You convinced Lon'qu to go to the supermarket with you?" Tharja asked, closing the door with her hip as her hands were full with food.

"Yes," Robin said, a hint of pride in her voice.

"Well," Tharja said, "I guess miracles do exist."

"And, he agreed to eat dinner with us."

"When, today?"

"I didn't specify, but I said from now on, and he kinda agreed."

"Kinda?"

"Oh, there he is now!" Robin said as Lon'qu walked into the kitchen, lifting his jacket from where he'd slung it across the chair when he helped Robin to put everything away. "We were just talking about you."

"I could hear."

"You'll have to tell me what to do with the pak choi, because I'm no expert in Chon'sin food," Tharja deadpanned, and he nodded slowly.

"I'm going out."

"You don't need to tell me that," she said, turning back to the cooker.

"Where?" Robin asked.

"Out. With people from work."

"Right. If you need a lift home, call us, okay?"

"...okay." With a confused on his face, he turned away, shrugging his jacket on as he walked out of the room. Tharja turned to Robin, raising his eyebrows.

"You sound like you're trying to be his mum."

"I do not!"

"No, you do. Making him go to the shops with you, offering him lifts?"

"I want to be friendly, that's all."

"I'm just saying," Tharja shrugged, pouring oil into the frying pan. "Anyway, we need a night out soon. Like tonight for example. And since you're working tomorrow, you can be designated driver."

"Really?" Robin sighed.

"Henry will be home in like, an hour, and once he's eaten, we can go out. What do you say?"

"Fine. But only for a while, okay?"

"You won't regret it," Tharja smiled.

Robin did regret it, the moment she put her foot into the door of Tharja and Henry's favourite nightclub. It was strangely empty, what for it being a Friday night. Robin spent most of the time sitting at the bar, chatting idly to the bartender who she had made friends with in her years frequenting the bar. Tonight, she just had a glass of orange juice, which was bought by Tharja who had bought the first round for everyone. She and Henry had already down a round of shots, and Robin was praying that neither of them would throw up in her car.

Henry was dancing at the edge of the floor, awkward and angular, yet he somehow had a crowd of people surrounding him, copying his bad dancing. Robin couldn't even see Tharja, which made a bad feeling settle in her stomach. The pharmacist was known for her mad partying lifestyle, and although she drank her body weight in alcohol every time she was out, she never seemed to get a hangover, allowing her to go out whenever the notion took her. On occasion, when Robin was working night shifts, she would come home to find Tharja passed out at the kitchen table, a neat row of shot glasses beside her. As Robin continued to scan the crowd for the raven haired woman, she slid into the bar stool beside her, leaning across the bar.

"One martini please," she asked the bar tender. "And when Henry wants something, put it on my tab."

"The fact that you have a tab here is ridiculous," Robin commented, rolling her eyes. Tharja swivelled in her chair as the bartender made her drink, looking at Robin with hazy eyes.

"I like to drink, and I like to drink here."

"Great."

"You're being so boring tonight. You didn't even change from your supermarket clothes. You wore the same thing to go food shopping with Lon'qu that you did to come here!"

"I'm not drinking, so I have no need to dress up. Or be exciting. I'm having a great time watching Henry dancing, I'll have you know."

"Back track a little, ladies," Gregor, the bartender, said as he set Tharja's drink in front of her. "You know Lon'qu? Are you and he romantically involved, Robin?"

"No! No, he lives with us," Robin explained hastily.

"Gregor knows Lon'qu from his wrestling days," the man nodded. "Lon'qu was fencer in Chon'sin. Now he do something else. He got injury, then went to Ferox."

"He lived in Ferox?" Tharja asked, pretending to be interested in the conversation while her sights were still locked on her martini.

"Gregor assumed he was still there, but if he is living with you, Lon'qu is in Ylisse now. Gregor isn't sure what he do here, though."

"Neither are we," Robin admitted. "He doesn't talk much."

"Always was quiet!" Gregor laughed, causing both women to wince. "Good man, though. Good man."

"He doesn't seem like a bad person," Robin commented, and Tharja rolled her eyes.

"You're only saying that because he's essentially your ideal man."

"Um, no? I don't have an ideal man, Tharja. I think personality is much more important than looks. And I couldn't tell you anything about Lon'qu's personality."

"Tell that 'personality' thing to all those one night stands," Tharja smirked, sipping on her cocktail.

"Tharja!" Robin said, flushing red to the tips of her ears.

"Oh ho! Robin sleeps around?" Gregor commented, raising his eyebrows.

"I do not! I just... enjoy the company of others every now and again."

"To be fair, it's only a few times a year. Or more often if she gets really drunk."

"Which I don't," Robin defended.

"And they all are like Lon'qu in appearance. Although if you go for him, I'd have to say you're doing better than usual."

"I'm not going to 'go for him'," Robin said, making quote marks in the air. "How drunk are you, Tharja?"

"Quite," she giggled, as Gregor disappeared to serve customers at the other end of the bar.

"And what would your ideal man be?" Robin asked, knowing the answer to this question differed wildly depending on Tharja's alcohol intake.

"Dead," she said, eyes blank but mouth curled into a smile. "Not taking anyone home tonight?"

"No one has caught my eye, so no. And as you said, I'm not drunk, so I still have a sense of dignity."

"Let's go then. I thought this would take your mind off Chrom."

"My mind is off Chrom! The only time my mind is on Chrom is when you bring him up!"

"Sorry," Tharja smirked, hopping off her stool. She wrapped an arm around Robin's waist, pressing herself into the taller girl's side. "You can take me home anytime, Robin."

"Thanks for the offer, as usual."

Henry was a lot less drunk than Tharja, Robin discovered as they got out of the car in front of the house. A taxi pulled up at the same time as them, and Lon'qu got out, accompanied by loud yelling from his friends. He was smiling, something that none of them had seen before. As soon as he turned away, his face fell, and Tharja rolled her eyes, sighing loudly.

"Nice to know we make you so happy," she called as he approached, standing beside Henry rather than Robin, who was trying to find her keys, or Tharja, who was practically part of the hedge by now. Henry made quiet small talk as Robin unlocked the door, holding it open for everyone to pile inside.

As she closed the door, she noticed a black car parked across the street, between two street lamps. The people who lived in that house drove a tiny red car, since there were only two of them. In the time they had been living here, she had got to know all the cars that belonged to the residents in the street, and those driven by frequent visitors. She assumed that this was a new car, but its headlights were still on, even when it was pushing two a.m.

She went into the house, and discovered that in her few seconds staring at the car, everyone had disappeared. She put the kettle on for tea, and went upstairs to get into her pyjamas. Plaid wasn't her look at all during the day, but for comfort at night, there was nothing as good as ugly oversized clothing. Robin padded back downstairs in her slippers, dancing around the kitchen as she made tea. Her plan was to stay up late and sleep in later so she could get back into her perfected sleep routine for staring work for her evening shift tomorrow.

Tea finished and book abandoned, Robin went back upstairs to brush her teeth and get into bed. Both Lon'qu and Henry's doors were closed, and everything was silent from their rooms. Tharja was evidently in the bathroom, where Robin's toothbrush was, and the younger girl had to assume that Tharja was throwing up into the toilet. She sighed; glad that at least her car was unharmed. Defeated, she went into her bedroom, swearing she would brush her teeth an extra time tomorrow to make up for it. As she closed her curtains, she paused. The car was still parked outside, and when she pulled the second curtain across the gap, she could hear it pull away. She moved the curtain just an inch to peek out, and confirmed to herself that the car was gone. There was nothing wrong with someone parking across the street from her house, but something about it unsettled her. There was nothing to worry about, she told herself, as she lay in bed and eventually drifted off to sleep.

A/N: I actually have things to say this time, so:

1. This is supposed to be sitcom like in delivery. It's supposed to be funny ish (though comedy is not my forte) so I hope that comes through

2. In case you hadn't noticed, Tharja is Really Gay for Robin but knows that Robin isn't interested so she doesn't bother

3. I hate when you read fanfictions and the girl is always this pure virgin character and the guy can do what he wants, so in this relationship its the other way around because that dynamic amuses me and fits SO well with Robin and Lon'qu

Thanks for reading!