For thebluecrystalrose. Because I adored this question and HAD to write it now. So much for sleeping. Oh well.
Question: Why do the Titans enjoy waffles so much?
Cyborg could smell breakfast before he even opened his tired eyes. He'd been awake almost all night, working on some modifications to the T-Ship, and had planned to sleep in. But the moment he smelt waffles, he was up and ready to take on the morning. He was a guy who loved his waffles. As far as he was concerned, he could die a forever alone robot as long as the world kept making waffle mix.
"It smells delicious..." A sleepy voice said when Cyborg walked into the hallway. He looked over to see Beast Boy, his hair sticking up as if he'd been electrocuted. That was the one good thing about not having hair. No bad hair days. And chicks dug the half-robot, half-bald look.
"Oh no, Grass Stain. There is no way you are getting your waffles before me. I've got a stomach twice as big as yours."
"Which is why I should eat first." Beast Boy retorted, sticking his tongue out. Cyborg glared. It was all fun and games until someone messed with his waffles.
"Good morn-"
"Man, I hope you cooked enough for everyone!" Cyborg exclaimed, interrupting Robin's greeting. He rubbed his hands together as Robin flipped a stack of waffles onto two plates, one for him, and one for Beast Boy. Raven and Starfire were already at the table, waiting for the male Titans to join them. Robin fixed his own plate, then grabbed a bottle of syrup and a bottle of mustard off of the counter.
"The one true way to a man's heart," Cyborg said as he poured a river of syrup onto his plate, "make him waffles."
"How does the baking of waffles gain you a man's heart?" Starfire inquired, grabbing the mustard. Robin laughed.
"Ya know, that's a good question. Why do you like waffles so much, Cyborg?" Robin asked.
"Well, for starters, they're light and fluffy. And if you make them right, they melt in your mouth. Plus they have compartments for your syrup. And I'm a man who appreciates compartments. It's an organized, delicious breakfast."
Beast Boy chuckled and watched the robotic Titan gulf down a whole waffle, "I like it because it's pretty much the only breakfast food that does not come from an animal. At least, the only breakfast food that tastes this wonderful." Beast Boy explained contentedly.
Starfire smiled, realizing that she might as well share her reason next, "Waffles remind me of a food that we ate on special occasions back on Tamaran. Glaschnich. It was very tasty, and was fluffy as these waffles are. It would always be topped with a tangy sauce."
"Like the mustard?" Cyborg guessed, pointing to the yellow container beside her plate. She smiled, nodding her head.
Robin was next, but he waved his hand over to Raven, indicating that he wanted her to go first.
"I just like waffles." Raven commented monotonously. The other Titans chuckled at her response, then fixed their gazes on Robin. He sighed and set down his fork.
"When I was young, and traveling with the circus, we ate waffles all the time. They were quick ad convenient to make, and you could do anything with them. Put strawberries on them. Put chocolate chips in them. Spread peanut butter over them. My dad always called it the breakfast of champions."
Robin fell into silence, and the other Titans watched him carefully, knowing fully that he wasn't going to break down. But the fact that he had opened up and revealed that to them... It was remarkable.
Finally, Cyborg opened his mouth, smiling at Robin as he announced proudly, "well, then I'd say we're champions."