First, a note or two:

This is the second of my stories, and once again, I beg those of you who know everything about the included series not to complain. I am not trying to be as faithful to the comics or TV series as possible, so if you want accuracy, I suggest you look somewhere else.

This chapter is brought to you in part by YRProcks66, without whom this chapter would be lost. My infinite gratitude goes out to him/her for saving me from (gasp!) having to rewrite this chapter.

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I don't own the Teen Titans or any of the undermentioned items. Teen Titans is a trademark of some large comic company and Cartoon Network. Some common side effects include drymouth, nausea, and sudden death syndrome. Most symptoms are mild or severe.

And now, on with the show.

A door creaked open slowly, and the hall was suddenly dimly illuminated by the glowing green eyes of a young alien girl. The eyes, along with the rest of the body, drifted slowly out into the hallway. Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran, or Starfire to her Earthling friends, her head as usual filled with nothing but happy thoughts, drifted down the hall, humming some long-forgotten Tamaranian air. Her smile faltered slightly when the none-too-pleasant odor of some sort of cooked tofu byproduct wafted past her.

'Oh no,' thought Starfire dismally. 'Not more soy bean products for breakfast! Is there nothing else that beast boy is capable of making?'

Sure enough, just at that moment, a round, grinning, green face poked out from the kitchen into the hallway.

"Hey Star!," cried out the ever-jovial Beast Boy, flecks of something vaguely resembling tofu on the white shirt he wore.

"Soybean products again, Beast Boy?" replied Starfire, making a beeline for the sanctity of a bowl of Honey Combs.

Beast Boy pouted at Starfire, who was now thoroughly engrossed in the slightly soggy and yet slightly sweet experience that was Honey Combs. "My food isn't that bad, Star. You just gave up on me too early!"

Starfire was about to retort when, with a whoosh, the daily mail shot up through the vacuum tube and deposited itself neatly on the living room floor. Starfire glanced over at the mail. 'These earthlings are such wasters of trees', she thought angrily. 'Nothing but the usual requests of payment and suggestions of shopping.'

And then her eyes caught a small glimpse of a red, shinny envelope. 'Maybe I spoke too soon', thought the young Tamaranian, smiling at the odd twist of fate. She launched herself from the kitchen, flew towards the pile of mail on the floor, and was about to snatch up the red envelope when a hand snatched from under her nose. Starfire was so shocked by this revelation that she seemed to forget for a moment that she was flying. She was about to look around and see who had stolen the red envelope from her gaze when, with a WHUMPH, she slammed bodily into the couch.

"Jumpy today, aren't we?" said a voice that the still-dazed Starfire immediately recognized as belonging to Robin. He was grinning and holding the red envelope, a small twinkle in his green eyes.
Starfire smiled sheepishly, and, to her horror, began to blush slightly. 'Why do I blush as such? It is only Friend Robin. It is not as if we are, how do they say, together.'

But as the young princess from Tamaran sat there watching the boy in front of her open the red envelope, she wondered, not for the first time, if that was really true.