Felines, Jeffrey Campbell, Valentino Khan… Kori's collection of earthly delights she deemed as her favorite, almost never changed. Plushies, Nintendo, nude sunbathing… It might be a bold statement, but her favorite things on planet Earth were probably her favorite things in the entire galaxy. She had no idea if that feeling was mutual, if the galaxy ever picked her as one of its favorites on Earth and beyond. She didn't ponder it. The last time she told Raven about this, her friend reminded her that regardless of how much the universe loved or forgot about her, she would still exist; the fabric of time was more complex than whether or not an eye in the sky dotes on yo— oh, Starfire, don't cry about it!
In the moment, it was worth crying over.
Today is the 3rd of July, Kori and her friends are in the T-car driving to the beach. The four of them are playing This or That because punch buggy was getting boring. It is Beast Boy's turn now. "Netflix orr.. Hulu?"
"— Hulu." Cyborg, Starfire, and Raven say it in near-unison, locking gazes and nodding with one another. (Yeah. You too? Yeah, right? Fuck Yeah!) They soon broke into contagious giggling at Beast Boy's feigned shock and disbelief.
"3 FOR 3 NETFLIX SLANDER?! Y'all are wrong for that one." More laughter, but in their defense…
"It's not necessarily slander, it's a close call B it really is! But it all— " (BOOOOOO! IT BE YOUR OWN BROTHERS) "— no listen, it all comes down to the anime selection for me; Netflix anime is pretty dry, you have to admit." Cyborg argued. "Hulu just has a better selection."
"Brrruuuueehhh… Netflix has Kakeguri?!" Beast Boy whines in protest, Cyborg responds with a considerate nod.
"You're right, you're not wrong. That shit's heat. Buut, Hulu has Cowboy Bebop, Tokyo Ghoul, AND Samurai Champloo."
Silence.
"Anyways, Mamas, it's your turn."
"Amethyst or rose quartz?" Raven always had her questions prepared for the next 8 rounds (her favorite Earth number.) It was easy for her penetrating mind to think ahead, and enjoying the moment while thinking in the future is a strength of hers. Starfire whipped around, admiring Raven's ability to come up with the most thoughtful This-or-That's.
"Rose quartz." She hummed, crinkling her eyes at the thought of its romantic, soft frequency. Cyborg seconds her choice. They're both romantics at heart.
"Ammo-whatta," Beast Boy let out a flustered boof between laughs, "Rae, who is Rose Quart?"
"They're crystals, genius."
His lightbulb moment turned quickly into more laughter. "You're talking about those vibe rocks that the astrology hoes love?"
Starfire noted the deeply offended glint in Raven's eyes before they melted into irritation, shooting daggers at Beast Boy. "And when you say, 'hoes,' you're trying to refer to…?"
Through the same rearview mirror that she watches Raven in, Starfire watches Beast Boy's face flash with worry. He's played too much. "Oh, you know, just any girl— NO, wait! Any person who—"
"No, I get it. Women. You think astrology and crystals are just fun little bypasses for delusional girls to play with while you mumble and cackle in the corner and refuse to do any work on yourself spiritually? No deodorant, no ancestor altar, just the nerve."
Starfire and Cyborg exchanged wide-eyed smiles and mimed reactions to Raven's slow burn of their tongue-tied green friend. He tries to change the subject, says something about how she always chooses the most obscure things to play This or That with.
"I named some of the most rudimentary crystals you can work with?!"
"That's what I'm saying Mamas, they're so complicated and rudimentary, I don't know what you expect us to—"
"Rudimentary means basic, Beast Boy."
"… THEN JUST SAY THAT, RAE?! MAN, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS—"
"Why do you always want to play This or That, just to drag every round out to be a debate you can never— "
"YOU DON'T NEED TO TURN EVERYTHING I SAY INTO A BUZZFEED BREAKD—"
As entertaining as their bickering still was to Cyborg, Starfire had grown quite despondent. The closer they got to the coast, the saltier the air began to smell. The heat in the wind mixes with the oceanic scent, to create the perfect daze concoction that made Starfire yearn to feel the sand between her toes and tanning oil on her skin. She wasn't impatient, but this felt like the perfect time to check on Robin. She stares back into the rearview, at the gap between Raven and Beast Boy's heads, where a red and yellow bullet cruised on the road close behind their car. Her eyes drifted quickly from the motorcyclist to the large icebox that sat in his place, now doubling as the protective barrier over which the backseat couple could have their discourse without laying hands (or telekinetic claws) on each other.
Ice cream mochi, cold sweet teas, frozen spicy mustard peanuts. These and everyone else's favorite things depended on Robin's willingness to ride solo behind them in order for the cooler to fit in their car (as well as Raven could think ahead, it was hard to predict what each Titan would insist they bring to the beach. A large speaker, Silkie's carrier, chairs and meditation pillows, ecofriendly kindling, a small alert setup should any emergency call them to action. Suffice it to say that nobody would compromise what they wanted.)
"Can someone signal to Robin that the roads are about to get steep, with a few blind turns. They'll all be sharp ones too. Might be rocky if there were any recent erosions in the canyon but the T-Car should be able to pick that up before we hit anything— oh, shit."
Cyborg gripped the steering wheel as the car rocked everyone side-to-side, driving carefully over roughening ground.
"I'll do it." Starfire chirped, pushing her torso out the passenger window so her body was facing the road behind them. Using green glows around her hand, she signed Robin the state of the roads in morse code.
Using contractions in her speech still made her feel uneasy, ready for teasing for her teammates. But that inside joke had died over a year ago. The months she spent transitioning from sounding like a newly programmed Siri to speaking like a (nearly) normal human were speckled in her friends (mostly Beast Boy and Cyborg) taking their turns imitating how she used to speak. ('I will go to bathe the Silkie!' 'Oh, no, Cy, no, my turn—we shall spend the evening enjoying the Wars of the Stars in the- pshhhahajahh- the form of the movie marathon!' )
After the shock factor wore off, the way she would speak became less and less amusing. However, the use of casual English still made Starfire blush, prepared for a joke at any second. It was a particularly embarrassing time for her, considering how unaware she was of the difference until they pointed it out— and especially due to the reason why she had begun to change in this way. Every time it happened, the words that left her mouth became less and less alien. Every time it happened, the less you would expect her to be from 'Not Here' based on how she spoke.
And the more normal she sounded, the more her friends knew that it was happening. And they would tease her, and him, for that too. "No shade, but if Robin is fucking the FOUFO (fresh off the UFO) out of you, maybe you can try fucking the need to call a team meeting every time someone breathes the wrong way, out of him." Cue the laughter, and even Raven (who empathized with her awkward situation) had to hide a smile behind her book. "For us, Star, pleaaaase!"
Cue the night after that joke was made at the breakfast table.
They had pie for dessert. Robin didn't indulge, too stubborn to accept Beast Boy's peace offering. Starfire had 5 slices. She was caressing her full bellies in bed while he cleaned his sneakers in the corner of her room. "Hey, you. Lock my door, please?" She purred, tackling 20 minutes of silence.
His head shot up, mask not concealing the look of dying surprise on his face. For him, her new talk was a shock as well. He tried not to let the fact that their sex was causing it get to his head, trying to squash the notion that he was fucking any ounce of knowledge in or out of her. He felt like a pig for it, but catering to that fantasy in the back of his mind made him feel a toxic sense of pride. He was still getting used to it. "You just ate enough to feed a family. I'm surprised you can even move."
Robin had this extraordinary ability to make phrases that would usually be jest, sound and intend to be serious.
"I cannot." She responded, "That is why I'm asking you to do it for me, please."
Her boyfriend put aside his shoe polish and crossed the room, her puppy eyes following his every move. "Back to what I was saying," he pressed his bare palm to a keypad by her bedroom door, "If you can't move, I'm assuming that means you're stuck laying on your back?" He hit engage lock.
"That appears to be the case. Problem?" Starfire cooed, still massaging her body, giving affection to her tummy and hips.
"No, not at all."
He's on her immediately. Star was such a welcoming, hospitable person who always wanted as many people around her as possible. Robin knew that when she wanted her door locked, with judt him around, it meant she was in the mood. He was always in the mood, but like most of his moods, he couldn't make it obvious even when he wanted to. At least not subtly, like she did. "Looook, Robin…"
Starfire stared up at her guy, kneeled between her legs and covered in her kisses. She hooks a slender finger around the crotch of her white cotton panties, and pulls it aside to reveal her plump, tanned pussy glistening in her own juices. She always found this part of her to look 'too fat,' but to her boyfriend it always looked delicious. He undressed the both of them with enthusiasm, held in a headlock to be peppered in more face kisses from his girlfriend while he blindly took off her underwear. He contained the way he just wanted to melt on her and call her his mommy whenever she'd do this. Feeling safe enough to do so without her appalment, Robin proceeded to grab and stroke his dick while taking in all her love in the form of those warm, fast kisses. "Sweet baby." She cooed into his neck, smooching his jugular. "You are so good to me."
He never understood why she said that, if he had less pride he'd say the same thing to her every day, just for those words to be true when exchanged between them. She was the one who was so good, so kind, so pure, so...
He had to unhand his cock before he came on her soft sheets, then escaped her embrace by guiding her hands to the sides of his head. He gave her lips a deep kiss while he got to pinning her knees to the mattress. He ran the tip of his index finger along her folds, top to bottom and eliciting a gasp from Star when he reached her clit. He made sure to relish her slimy, ready texture before going down face-to-face with what he considered the best pussy in this or any other universe. Best he's ever had, and tasted. Her body had this instinct to taste like whatever she last ate, and one of the reasons why Robin was to impartial to accepting a slice of pie earlier was because he'd know what it tastes like regardless of whether or not he chose to admit he wanted some to Beast Boy.
After a few licks of her clit, Robin sucked the warm boysenberry flavor off the swollen nub between his teeth and repeated the motion with vigor. It made his laying girlfriend wiggle and buck her hips into his face, hands caressing his scalp. Her low, long moans encouraged him to start kissing and making out with her pink snatch in slow, messy slurps. "…Uhhhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ughhhhhh.."
Starfire's blissful noises were met with chuckled hums from Robin, muffled by her chubby pussy lips which hugged his mouth and smile lines. She spread her legs wider, pushing her clit to the center of attention in his mouth; and if this was any indication to penetrate her to intensify her feelings, Robin understood it. He slid two strong fingers into her hole, sucking her clit between his teeth while slowly hooking them into her swollen g-spot. He started thrusting his hand, savoring the wet sloshing sounds that came from inside her when he'd point to himself.
"OH, THERE! THERE! KEEP GOING DICK! YES, OH, YESS— "
Two fingers became three. The thick, intentional pumps he pushed into that perfect spot had Starfire gripping his hair with one hand and the pulling on nape of his neck with the other, angling her pussy to keep taking direct licks on her clit. She moved her hips to deepen his fingers' reach, needing it as deep as in there possible and cackling with glee.
"YES, ROBIN, YES, YES, YES, PLEASE, OHH—"
She yanks his hair without shame; if he wasn't so good at this, she wouldn't be pulling this hard. Without her saying it, he knows she's in delight and very close to an orgasm. Her need for release become his on a physical level. His erection pulses into her sheets, his balls begin to ache and tighten as if being on the verge of orgasm as well. It could be some Tamaranian sex-bonding oddity he'd never know how to ask her about, or something else, but regardless he's always spot-on with this and hates to disappoint. Thrusts become as fast as she needs while maintaining a good position for sucking her clit, hard.
Something that always bummed Robin out about giving her head was that he really never got to see her face. He could only imagine it. In his mind, she is Koriand'r the Warrior Princess, with her eyes half-lidded in expectation for satisfaction while she rightfully receives it from some puny Earthling peasant-boy; existing only to do her bidding. In his mind, her hair lays soft yet stiff beneath her bodacious frame while she taunts at his head and pushes this simple man's face into her royal snatch. Yes, strange little man, you will relieve me now. In his mind, while his head is between her thighs, she's a goddess and he's an altar boy at best.
His mind's eye can eat shit. Unbeknownst to him, Starfire is in her usual "receiving" position: sex hair in every direction, chest rising and shoulders writhing, eyes crossed, tongue out and mouth agape to make her animalistic noises. She looks insane. Every single time, she looks fucking insane. It's better head than Boy Wonder gives himself credit for.
"uUuugh… I am CUMMING ROBIN, yes, yes, ahh, God…!"
She stopped calling Great Ominous Source by the name X'hal after their third time.
They wipe their own faces after, staring bashfully at each other. She's a big squirter when she cums from his head; on top of a drooler. And a crier. "I guess Beast Boy really was sorry, that pie wasn't half bad." Robin grimaced (the comical kind; it took Star a while to figure out it wasn't always a face someone made when they were disgusted by something.) Starfire's cheeks beamed crimson with her lips in a pouty, satisfied little grin, "You see? Maybe next time, you will not be such the sourpuss."
He is slow as he moves up to bring his face closer to hers, mindful of his fingers still inside her. "Mmm, I dunno… if I'd taken at least one of your eight slices—" Starfire gasped, whispering It was only five!, into the inch (maybe less) between their lips, "You wouldn't be the sweet-puss you were down there just now." They share a wet boysenberry kiss. "I think I like tasting it on you more." With a free hand, he massages her breast and tugs lightly at the nipple. She gasps again into his lips, but not in jest. Robin begins moving the fingers he still had plugged in her again.
"I WILL EAT ALL OF YOUR DESSERT FROM NOW ON!" She exclaims in joy, keeping her thighs parted and letting his fingers stretch her out enthusiastically. They'd discussed it before, he liked her looser before they went further; it made things… easier. "I'd buy a bakery if I knew I'd get to eat it out of you, and if it kept you on your back like this, every night." He was so romantic, and surprisingly the more verbal one between the two of them in bed. At least she didn't outtalk him everywhere. "Oh, Dick…!" She pulled him in for another soul-crushing embrace, kissing every inch of his face and hair and replacing the hand he had on her breast with his head. She burrowed him in, kissing him everywhere she could while letting him rest on her full chest. Blind, but not out of touch, he sighed into her bosom and basked in her sweet strawberry scent and the soft gumminess of her pussy. She was beginning to relax down there, and her walls were beginning to trust the girth of his fingers. He didn't want to betray it.
"What would you like, Richard?" Starfire cooed into her lover's ear, "Please," she spread her legs wide and pulsed around his fingers, "Tell me."
"For you to tell me you're ready for it now." He admitted, his erection painful at this point, "You?"
Starfire put both hands on his face. He thought she was going to kiss him again. She didn't. Her fingers peeled the edges of his mask off to reveal brown eyes he usually kept hidden even when they were alone like this. This was the second time she'd ever seen them. "The same, and I would appreciate you stop calling your penis, it."
He cleared his throat while struggling to maintain eye contact with her; he felt extremely naked without the mask. Suddenly, not so verbal as before. "Richard, please, tell me who would like it so much," She caressed the side of her boyfriend's face, wooed even by his nervousness. "If I said I was ready for him to fuck me."
"Me. I'd like you to say that you're ready for me now." He stated with a more familiar assertiveness, and this made Starfire's eyes glaze with lust.
"Please, I'm ready for you now."
Attempting to conceal the blush blooming on his cheeks, Robin shifted back onto his knees again, bringing pruned and glistening fingers to Starfire's lips. She suckled on them with passion, looking deep into his eyes and not breaking their gaze. Not even for the heavy thuds that came when he tapped his cock on her pubis. His eyes darkened, watching as the doe-eyed alien kissed and suckled at his boysenberry fingers while keeping her thighs wide open to give her big boy all the space he needed to get comfortable. If there was one thing Bruce taught him, it was how to show off without losing grace. But for all Robin knew, Bruce could have had a micropenis. Or at least not one as freakishly big as his. He was relieved to have not come of age at the circus some nights. He didn't want to imagine the embarrassing phallic headlines, or any situation that wouldn't allow him to be cautiously engulfing his heavy dick into the warm, loving guts of this princess from the stars.
His fingers only lost the warm suction of Star's lips when she parted them to let out a guttural wail. If it weren't for the dopey smile that came with it, Robin would have thought she was working through pain. "We good?" He rasped, attempting to keep his cool under the delicious pressure of her walls around his cock, still tight despite half an hour of stretching from his fingers. He shoved any and all "baby hands" taunts to the back of his mind. Nah, Robin-Robin's are large.
"Oh, we are so very good." She gasped with her hands cupped around his wrist, pressing his palm to cradle her face while she brought her ankles up to get closer to her ears. The farther she flexed her quads to give him deeper access, the tighter her form felt around his cock and it only made him more excited to start his strokes. "Please, continue." She sighed, wiggling her toes in eagerness.
She didn't need to tell him twice. He felt like he was dying. Pressing his other hand into the bed for balance, Robin drew an inch of his cock out from inside her. And then another, and another, and another, then thrusted back inside deeper than he was before he pulled back. This made Starfire's eyes flicker green in surprise but he watched as she grounded herself past the heavy sensations and found pleasure in it. He continued this rhythm for a while, not going all the way (but mostly) in and watching the exasperated look on Star's face every time he drove back inside.
"Ko-rii…!" He moaned, red in the cheeks from her tight squeeze and trying to hold himself back from slamming his full length into her. She softened her grip on his wrist, brow furrowed in empathy for his strain. "Dick…?"
"Mmn, yeah?" He mustered a grin, unable to get frustrated with all the love in her eyes, all the warmth in her pussy, all the affection her body was begging to let him give. She was so amazing, she made him feel like a king, she saw past all his neuroticism and gave it such a big hug. Such a warm hug. Such a tight, wet—
"Star, I'm close." He gasped, "I'm sorry, I have to pace mysel—"
"Deeper, please." She begged, to which he automatically shook his head, his sweat flicking on her torso. "No, no, I don't want to hurt you Star—"
"I said, PLEASE!" She begged in frustration, tears stinging her eyes. She didn't need him being afraid like this. She needed him fearless and safe. Knowing he'd forgive her easier than he'd forgive anyone else, she released his hand and used both of her own to grip hard at his ass and pull him into her. Hard. This elicited an "ACK!" from the boy. He was weak to her alien strength, and even weaker to the plush of her cervix hugging the needy head of his cock. He attempted to resist, but she was overpowering him in every way with pure determination in her open smile. For Starfire this was definitely painful, yet she was loving the feeling of him being entirely inside her, balls burrowed into her soft ass. She felt her cervix screaming in protest, but she took deep breaths and opened her body up to this new stimulation while her grip on his behind stayed strong. She used it to force his thrusts in and out of her, shallow then deep. Shallow then deep. Shallow then deep. Her boyfriend lost his balance, collapsing on top of her with heaving breaths; he was so taken aback by her passion (which he thought he'd grown numb to at this point,) he didn't stop to realize that she was taking all of his dick with such gusto for his sake. For his pleasure. And pleasure it was, but—
But… pleasure it was.
Robin couldn't stand being forced into anything, but when it felt this fucking good it was suggesting to his straight-laced morals some… newfound exceptions.
As his resentment melted into pleasure, Star's pained expression melted into one of pleasure itself. She stared up into his brown eyes, raising her brows at his panic-stricken stare. "Y-you see? I'm fine, I like it. Richard, please, if I let go, will you promise to continue?"
Robin noticed that was the first time she used a contraction, no "I am fine." Just I'm fine. The wet sloshing sounds emitting from her womb from his cock milking out every juice on the way to her sweet spot filled the moment's silence, broken only by a labored moan from the girl beneath him, her body still in a food comatose but determined to make him stay inside her all the way. He watched as she made tired attempts to keep the impact that brought her pleasure just as strong, and the effort she exerted was so sexy to him. Gone was his anger with her; he was changing the way she spoke and he had a new desire to change the way she walked. He wanted to give her something she'd feel for days.
"If I continue, will you promise not to scream too loud?" He fumed through a toothy grin, taking advantage of her lack grip and pinning her arms to her sides. He didn't hold onto them, and instead grabbed a handful of ass while regaining his balance over her. He started with slow, liquid strokes that felt like medicine to Star's sore loins. It was a deep massage for her womb that instinctively had her reaching for her clit to treat it with gentle rubs. It was a feeling so deep, so good. She told him this in mewls and 'thank you's, eyes closing in relief while he kept his pace. He looked fondly down on her, no longer feeling like an altar boy. Who's your God now? He hated his ego, but it kept the man alive and it kept the woman's cervix hot with longing. Touching it with every thrust was building a strong orgasm inside her, a mix of every spot (inside and out) of her pussy being stimulated was getting her closer and closer to it.
"Oh, Dick, I'm going to cum again, please keep doing it. You're so thick, so curved, so gentle, keep being gentle with your strength. It feels so— OH, ohh…"
Just where he wanted her. Without warning, Robin began to pound into her mercilessly. His sensual strokes turned bullish, the sounds of wet slapping filled the room alongside Star's screams of surprise.
"ROBIN, NO!" She protested, the roughness messing up their soft vibes and taking up as much space as it possibly could.
"Robin, yes." He mocked her between pants, hoisting her ass up so that he was kneeling while he fucked her. With a possessive grip he pulled one of her ankles up towards his face to plant his lips into the arch of her foot. "Don't forget you promised not to scream, Star." He huffed into her sole, inhaling its scent and side-eying her viciously.
She stared at him in disbelief, head nodding from side to side with each hard thrust. "Word of advice," he grunted, "Rub your clit faster."
She did what he said, only to look up at him graciously a few moments later. This felt amazing. It was so rough, but it was giving her everything she wanted just the same. "Robin, yees..ss.!"
"HA! What did I tell y—"
"Faster!" She choked, flexing her walls so tight he had to muffle a scream of his own with his foot.
He did what she said, only for her to look up at him with even more gratitude. They exchanged a knowing look before her eyes began to cross again, animalistic noises that he believed he could only get out of her through eating her pussy unraveled clumsily from her mouth. The drool and tears that followed only confirmed Robin's wishes: he was giving her the business.
"AAAaa AAA aaa A… !" Starfire's messy head lolled back and forth and baby green sparks began to fly from her fingers as they rubbed her clit with insane vigor. "YEAH! YEAH, YEAH!"
Yeah? What was happening to her usual yes? Fuck, he was gonna miss that cute little "yes." Whatever, he knew what it meant when she screamed yes, yes, yes… yeah, yeah, yeah…
"There it is." He grunted proudly, "Don't be shy, Star." He gave her foot one last wet kiss before releasing it from his grasp and using both his hands to slam her ass into his groin, making sure each thrust was as deep as his dick could go.
She squirted in slow bursts, the clear juices getting all over their abdomens and only stopping for breaks when her fingers on her clit made it splatter in every direction. He gazed at her dick-drunk face, moist everywhere and sticky with a myriad of fluids. His ears were ringing with her loud laughter, orgasm so strong it was making her delirious. Her walls were contracting so tight around his dick that he was struggling to keep it moving. The tough exterior was falling, for he was relieved that his size didn't hurt her, that she liked it.
"Not it," she gasped, chest rising up and down in her glow, "You."
"Did I say that out loud?" He asked her, already knowing the answer.
"No."
Silence.
So caught up in his determination to drive her mad, he hadn't really let himself focus on his pleasure. Starfire must have sensed him thinking this too, because he was flipped onto his back in the blink of an eye.
"I thought you couldn't get up." He managed to make out between winded breaths, and no quip was made in response. Still balls-deep in her, Robin watched in suspicion as Kori began to rock her hips back and forth. He could only watch for so long, his range of sight went from her bouncing tits to the ceiling as he threw his head back from the overwhelming pleasure. She was still so tight to him, hugging every inch of his cock on her way up to his tip, then all the way back down. Over and over, and over, and over, she was massaging his balls with a free hand and stroking his taint with wet potency. Robin felt like he was going to die again, eyes in a daze and mouth only able to make out the most boyish moans.
"You're so amazing, Star." He sighed, closing his eyes and not knowing what to do with himself. There was a tight coil of semen in his groin that he'd been holding in for the whole hour, and she was sloshing and gripping around him so deliciously he felt he was getting milked. It was overstimulating. He could get lost in her pussy, he could get lost in her hugs, he could get lost in her warm aura and sweet strawberry scent, she was the bounciest, most golden, affectionate, squishy—
"I'm cumming." He wheezed, bucking his hips up into her snatch as it went on an upward stroke, the timing for her plummet back down to his nuts perfect for the ribbons of cum he released into her cervix. He twitched with exhaustion, unloading every last drop into her while she squeezed him greedily for it.
He ran his hands down his face in relief, letting out a loud and dramatic groan for Starfire to giggle at.
Their post-sex cuddles were the best. She was the big spoon, and he always chose the movie. "Netflix or Hulu?"
"Hmm…" Star stopped nibbling her lover's ear for a second. "Hulu, duh."
"Duh?" Robin repeated with a guffaw, "Are you sure you're not having sex with Beast Boy too?"
This earned him a shove. She pulled him back in for more ear nibbles while he scrolled through the selections.
"Indica or Sativa?"
"What?"
"EARTH TO STARRR, Indica or Sativa? We can't finish the round until you answer."
Back to the present. The beach. It is July. This or That. The T-Car.
They're pulling up to the parking lot, and Robin is following behind them. The cooler that took his place in the back is now serving as a rolling tray for Beast Boy to perfect their beachtime Backwood.
"Sativa." She nods, shaking off her nostalgic chills. Thanks for the verbiage, Dick. It's worth the memories. Most of them. Star's choice answer earns her a high five from Cyborg.
"That's what's up." Beast Boy nods in agreement.