Robbie already had the silo hatch open when Sportacus came the next day. He remained mostly inside, only emerging from the chest up. Sportacus smiled to see that much of the villain prepared to greet him without having to knock.
"Hey, Robbie," Sportacus said. "What should we do today?"
Robbie tapped his fingers in a distracted rhythm on the rim of the chute, his head cocked just so as he looked at Sportacus. His mouth had a slant to it, not quite a frown, not quite a grin. Sportacus waited while the gears turned inside the other man's head. Something eventually clicked into place and a gleam lit Robbie's eyes, his mouth settling fully into a smirk.
"It's almost lunch time," Robbie said. "Why don't we have lunch together?"
"Really?" Sportacus' eyebrows rose and his smile broadened. "That would be great! I can get some sportscandy from my airship and—"
Robbie made a small gagging and shook his head. "I don't want any sportscandy."
"Oh," Sportacus said. "But if you don't want any fruits or vegetables, what can you have for lunch?"
"Well," Robbie said in a lofty tone, "there is one thing that I'd like."
"What is it?"
"Bring me some of Candy-Boy's sweets."
"Candy-Boy?" Sportacus furrowed his brow.
"You know," Robbie gestured vaguely, "the little sticky one with the round head."
"Ziggy?"
"Whatever." Robbie leaned over the rim of the silo to get closer to Sportacus. He spoke in a conspiratorial tone, "He's got more candy that he knows what to do with. But he would never give any of it to me. You, on the other hand..."
"I don't know," Sportacus said. "Is it a good idea to eat candy for lunch? It won't give you energy like an apple or a carrot would."
"Is that so?" Robbie gave Sportacus a cutting glare and leaned back. "You're going to lecture me about what I should eat, Sporta-spoon? I got enough of that from all of you when my memory was gone. But if you can't accept what I want to eat, then I suppose this picnic is off."
"No-no-no," Sportacus waved his hands. He sighed. "You're right, I'm sorry."
"Then you'll do it?" Robbie asked, his glare shifting back to a grin.
"I… guess I could see what Ziggy is up to," Sportacus said.
"I like chocolate," Robbie said. He flapped a hand in a lazy farewell. "I'll be waiting."
Sportacus nodded absently and turned away. His feet dragged against the grating as he forced one foot in front of the other. Robbie called after him in a cheerful tone.
"Taffy is fine too!"
