Looking over my work I noticed that I have made several grammatical errors. Oh well. Let them be a testament to my laziness and carelessness. Long live lethargy!

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DISCLAIMER: (Beast Boy is taking my order) "Let's see… I'd like eight number ones, three number twos, two number threes… And a glass filled with the deed to the Teen Titans." "Sorry, we don't have that. Only meat!"

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"GLORIOUS!" was all Starfire could muster. She had just received the news; she had won a date with the Boy Wonder. Her best friend. HER ROBIN.

"… That's great!" echoed through the room filled with a black mantra. Raven had just got the call. Soon she will have the chance to better understand him. Her pillar of strength. Her rock. HER ROBIN.

"Were are the girls? Their dinner is getting cold," Robin asked his two friends. Cyborg was salivating over the two untouched plates, drenching them in fluid. "Down boy!" Beast Boy exclaimed upon seeing his robotic buddy idolize the filled platters. "But that chicken was fantastic!" cried Cyborg. He thought it wasteful to let such perfectly good food sit unworshipped. Untouched. Unconsumed.

He lost it. "MAKE WAY FOR CYBORG, YA'LL, THAT CHICKEN'S MINE!" Before Beast Boy could deter Cyborg from the warpath the battle was over; the war won. It's victor: Cyborg!

Robin had barely looked up from his meal, choosing to play with his mashed potatoes instead. Unaware of the scene that had unfolded in front of him, he pondered the day's events. Until a certain green someone interrupted him from his thought.

Beast Boy's whimpering began. "DUDE, Robin! Cyborg just ate the girl's food! Starfire will be okay with it but Raven gets nasty when she's hungry!" Robin looked up from his smeared mashed potatoes. "Uh… Yeah, there are some extra drumsticks in the oven. I'll get them." Cyborg had perked up upon hearing there was more, almost swallowing the chicken bone he had used as a pick in his fervor for more.

"Oh, and Cy? You still got a cake in the fridge." Robin's proposition of cake appealed to Cyborg, whose stomach was just past half. "Good idea Robin, always save room for dessert!" With that the metallic warrior made his way to the fridge, opened it, and inhaled the innards of the beast. Cyborg then slipped into a sugar coma, diagnosis: too much frosting. Despite passing out on the floor, the robot was quite comfortable.

Out in the hall two of the Tower's residents had just exited their rooms. Separated by only several feet, they just happened to pass by each other.

'If looks could kill,' Raven thought. She then realized that in both girls' cases, it could.

Raven initiated the unavoidable conversation. "Hey there Starfire," she quipped. Raven avoided unnecessary conflict when she could. Others let her have her way regardless; she always won.

The steam permeating the eyes of Starfire suggested this time, she may not get her way quite so easily.

"Raven, my dear friend, what brings you ought of your room at this time?" stated Starfire behind clenched teeth, "Isn't it time for your usual meditation?" Raven was quick on the uptake. "Robin made dinner and I'm kind of hungry. If you don't mind, I'm heading for the common room." Starfire had just remembered the dessert she was supposed to make. Raven remembered. Arms crossed, she smirked as Starfire panicked.

"Oh, how could I be so reckless? Robin will surely think that I used the monies for something not edible." Raven enjoyed the alien's state of panic. Starfire continued. "And I have forgotten the groceries, and your tea-"

Raven felt like she had been raked across the face. Not because Starfire had forgotten her tea, but because she hadn't needed any. It didn't help that her tea collection shared the cabinet space with Robin's spices. 'He knows,' she stated to herself. Her mind began to race. So did here feet toward the common room. She was accompanied by Starfire, both unaware of the other but scared nonetheless. They both feebly hoped to stop Robin from catching them in their lies.

Breathless, both girls entered the common room as Robin was emptying his bucket of chicken onto their plates. "Hey girls," he said, "Cyborg ate your first portions, but I made extra. Come o" Beast Boy interrupted. "Cyborg didn't just eat your food, he devoured it! Then he was all 'VROOM!' and he ate the cake out of the fridge before I got to have any!" A tear fell of his eye.

Both girls heaved a sigh. 'No questions yet,' they both thought. Still unaware of the other, both stepped to the table and began to consume. Starfire was the first to complement the chef.

"This food is simply divine, Robin! I thoroughly enjoy the cooking you have done for me-" "For us." Finished Raven. She took advantage of the stare the masked hero was casting in her direction. "This chicken is pretty good. Thanks."

Raven's complement hit Robin. She didn't say much, but whenever she had something to say, she was either sarcastic of sincere. She didn't seem to be sarcastic with this one…

Starfire flew in front of Raven, cutting off the link that seemed to be flowing from Raven's eyes to the one's behind Robin's mask. Star placed her hand on Robin's shoulder. "You take such good care of US, Robin! What will you be doing for the rest of the evening?" Starfire turned Robin away from the table and began walking with him out of the room. Beast Boy was on the floor next to Cyborg trying to awaken his fallen comrade.

Raven did not like being cut off. But she knew the game was beginning. So did Starfire. They were both interested in the same thing. Both girls were territorial, and both girls stuck to their convictions. She lost her train of thought when one of the plates in the sink blew up. She decided that was her cue to leave the table. She had a date to plan.

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To finish, "GO CYBORG! GO CY!"

That's about it for now.