The food court stretched out for what seemed like miles to Raven, presenting to the empath a practical cornucopia of deep fried, overly greasy food, causing her to shiver at the thought of digesting such revolting cuisine. Pizza she could tolerate, but not this stuff.

It's not that she was overly health conscious, but growing up as a young girl in Azarath she was taught to keep the mind and body pure, mentally AND physically.

"There has to be some real food around here..." she thought to herself, before quickly focusing her attention on a small section of the food court labeled "CHICKEN SHACK"

"Chicken can be healthy. Come Star, we're going to Chicken Shack."Starfire smiled in approval and followed her friend to the front counter.

"I wonder, if perhaps, they have mustard here?" Starfire thought out loud. Raven approached the counter and sized up the menu, deciding on what she wanted. A moment or two later, she finally decided on what she was to order.

"I'll just have a small chicken breast salad, no dressing and a cup of ice water, please." Enough to fill her up, but nothing too overly greasy. Raven waited for her order to be processed, though the girl behind the counter didn't seem to notice her at all.

Raven guessed her to be around 15, her skin tanned to match the consistency of football leather. Her hair was bleach bottle blond, with thick layers of makeup and blood red lipstick to add the full effect. Raven smirked slightly with the sudden thought that she looked like she was more qualified to work at Ringling Bros Circus than the Jump City Mall.

The girl behind the counter twirled her hair and smacked on her gum loudly as she talked on her cell phone to whom Raven could only assume would be one of her equally vacant, air-headed friends. The marble skinned Azarathian took a deep sigh and cleared her throat, hoping to grab the girl's attention but with no such luck. Starting to get irritated, Raven rose the tone of her voice of a little bit.

"Excuse me, but did you get my order?" The girl sighed and spoke into her phone

"Hold on one second Candy, I've got a customer..." she said with traces of disgust in her voice. The girl, who's name tag read "JOY", put the cell phone down and with the enthusiasm of a wet sponge, mindlessly recited "Welcome to Chicken Shack, Home of the Big Clucker. May I take your order?" Raven forced a smile as best she could.

"Yes...I was just saying, I'd like a small chicken breast salad, no dressing and a cup of ice water and whatever my friend here wants." Joy merely stared back blankly.

"Hey wait a sec," she stated "aren't you that goth chick from the Team Titans?"

"TEEN Titans." Raven corrected. "And may we please just get on with the order?" Joy shrugged.

"Sure thing, what can I get ya?"

Sensing her friend was being pushed to her limits of patience, Starfire quickly stepped in front of Raven to act as a mediator between the two.

"What my friend here wishes is the breast of chicken salad, with a small cup of the ice water, please." Joy pushed some buttons on the machine to punch in the first order.

"...and?" she asked, her voice dripping with impatience. Starfire thought for a brief second before ordering.

"And I shall have the club of chicken sandwich, with extra mustard, gravy, jelly beans and a side of mint frosting." Joy raised a confused eyebrow.

"Sorry, but we don't have any gravy, jelly beans or mint frosting. I'll just put you down for a number 2 combo. Your total comes to $11.75."

Not wanting to deal with Joy any longer, Raven handed Starfire the money and left to go find a seat. Joy rang up the purchase, before noticing something about Starfire.

"Hey, I know you too. You're that Firestar chick from the Team Titans, right? You know the Robin guy? What's he doing next Friday night?" Starfire merely blinked, stunned at what Joy had just uttered.

"Um, I do believe we are called the Teen Titans, my name is Starfire and yes, I do know Robin. Why do you wish to know what he is doing next Friday night?" Joy smiled.

"Why? Because he's a hottie, that's why! I mean, you've seen him in those tights, haven't you? I just want to get my hands on him and dig in!" Starfire felt her mouth suddenly go dry.

"In case you must now, Robin is going out on the date with me that night!" She was bluffing of course, but Joy didn't know that. Joy laughed sarcastically.

"Oh I'm so sure the Boy Wonder wouldn't give you a second look. Listen sister, I don't know who does your tanning, but with that orange skin, you look like a tall Oompa Loompa. Leave Robin to the big girls, mmkay?"

Joy would have been much better to stick her face into the deep fryer. Starfire wasn't normally a violent person, but Joy had just stepped into Robin territory and this to be a serious mistake.

Starfire felt her face get hot, her eyes glowing a solid green, her teeth tightly clinched. She lunged forward over the counter and easily lifted Joy a foot or so off the ground.

"You are not worthy of being called my sister, my skin is not orange and you are a clorbag varblernelk!" Starfire hissed. Joy opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out except a slight whimper, like a puppy who had been caught using the floor for his own personal urinal.

Before Star could do anything though, a wall of black energy quickly shot up between the two girls causing Starfire to drop the frightened cashier behind the counter.

"Star!" Raven hollered. "Calm down! She's not worth getting angry over." Following her friend's example, Starfire took a deep breath and with a girlish "Hmmph!" turned her back on Joy and made her way back to the seat Raven had picked out.

"We are so banned from ever coming here again." Raven thought to herself, wishing she had stayed in bed instead of coming here.

After about 5 minutes or so, a frazzled and nervous Joy laid the tray of food on Raven and Star's table and taking a careful step backwards, ran to hide behind the counter. Raven sighed as she picked up her fork to eat her well deserved salad, till she noticed it was covered in bleu cheese dressing.

"I hate bleu cheese..." she muttered under her breath. Starfire meanwhile poked and prodded her sandwich with an elongated finger.

"It is cold and hard, like the rock." she noticed. Raven shook her head.

"Star, I think it's time we go home." The statement caused Starfire to frown, like she was just told Santa Claus wasn't real and knowing Starfire, she probably did believe in Santa Claus.

"Oh Raven, may we please partake of just one more store of shopping?"

"No Star, we've caused enough damage already. They're more than likely going to ban us for life from ever setting foot in here again" Raven objected. Starfire, however, was not about to give up.

"Please friend! Just one more store and than we shall leave. I promise!" she begged, crossing her heart. Raven sighed.

"Fine Star. But let's make it quick, ok? There is a nice hot cup of tea calling my name." Starfire clapped her hands with glee.

"Horray! Quickly then, let us dispose of this 'food' and make our way to the Topic of Hot!"