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It Only Takes A Moment – Sidestory 2 (From Part VIII)
Penguins
by Em
"...these penguin ones..."
Raven didn't want to be putting away the dishes, that much was obvious. Robin had hoped, however, that she might take her assigned chore a bit more seriously.
No one would have looked at Raven with her hand raised in power, and the dishes and pans surrounded by black energy hanging in the air before her and said she was fooling around. Robin, however, knew better. He was tipped off as to her playful state of mind by the fact she was, one: barefoot, two: wearing cotton pajamas with what appeared to be little baby penguins dressed in scarves all over them, and three: that the dishes and pans were dancing in her energy rather than being systematically put away.
Robin turned back to his assigned task of washing the dishes in the sink and sighed, "Raven," he called blandly.
"Yes, Robin?" she asked calmly. Robin looked over his shoulder and stared at her back while the dish flew away with the spoon.
Robin withheld a smile and forced himself to turn back to his own task, "No powers to do chores, remember?" he said, sounding more like a stern but amused father than like a teenager.
Undeterred, (and straight faced, as usual) Raven made the flatware do a little jig with the ladle, "If my meditation and practice time is to be cut into by this menial task, I will do my utmost to use the time to my benefit."
Which Robin correctly translated to mean, 'You can't make me stop so, nyah'.
Robin sighed, "Then at least refrain from making a dinner service floor show and restrict your power use to putting them away?" he tried.
Raven rose her other hand and the dishes Robin had just washed rose from the dish-rack next to the sink in a cushion of black energy as a towel started drying them. "Why?" she asked.
"You remember what happened to the Sorcerer's Apprentice, don't you?" Robin asked watching in some awe as to her left the dishes were dried and before her, the dishes continued to dance and wiggle in patterns he couldn't grasp.
"I know no Sorcerer's Apprentice," she answered monotonously.
"Disney? Fantasia?" he asked.
The dried dishes flew to join the ones dancing before her as the ones that had been dancing levitated into the open cupboards were they came to a gentle rest among their kind. "I never saw it."
"Okay," Robin watched as she picked up more dripping dishes and set about drying them while the newly dried plates took up the dance where the recently put away plates had left off. It was actually quite amazing to see her wield such control over her powers. In battle, her power use was great, but it was usually quick and lacking in the kind of gentle grace she was showing here. His eyes took in the movements of the plates as if he were watching a ballet.
"What of this Sorcerer's Apprentice would you have liked me to remember?" she asked, her back still to him.
Robin thought of the warning he had meant to give and then looked at the evidence of her control and shook his head, "Nevermind..."
Raven finally turned to look at him over her shoulder and raised a brow while beyond her, the plates continued their dance.
Robin smiled wryly, "Turns out, it was a false analogy."
Her eyes flicked over his shoulder before turning away again, "Is this the last of them?" she asked as she once again sent dancing dishes into their spots in the cupboards, and recently dried dishes to dance in their place.
Robin turned to the drying rack to find there were no more dishes waiting to be dried and he blinked. Had they already done all the dishes? He reached into the sudsy water in the sink and released the stopper, washing it out. "That's it," he confirmed.
"Alright," she said, sending the last of the floating dishes into the cupboards, leaving only two mugs to float and settle on the counter next to them. She turned to Robin, "Coffee?"
Robin smiled at her and set about prepping the coffee maker. Tip off number four: she wanted to drink coffee. She was definitely in a playful mood.
