She was well rested. Like so many other nights, the second her eyes had closed – her dreams had been full of green. She always awoke in a good mood after such a sleep, and she hummed quietly to herself as she waited for the familiar whistle of the kettle. Her hands busied themselves with pouring a concoction of dried leaves into the reusable tea strainer, and she smiled as she thumbed the miniature teapot ornament on the other end of the chain. It had been a Christmas gift from Garfield. He always tried to encourage the others to use more environmentally friendly products, and like his vegetarianism, she supposed it stemmed from being able to transform into animals himself. Nevertheless, he cared deeply about the planet and it's inhabitants, and that was yet another thing she admired and respected about him.

Her musings were interrupted by a muffled, though still incredibly loud shout - almost obscuring the sharp hiss of her water being brought to boil. Raven smiled to herself, looks like Gar's prank worked out. Barely five full seconds later, she heard another chorus of shouting, followed by the protests of metal skidding across the floor and a roar of laughter. Yep. She took a moment to dunk the infuser into the hot water a number of times, and then portaled herself directly into Robin's room to observe the carnage. The former boy wonder stood by his wardrobe, the majority of his head and upper body covered entirely with brown feathers. He still wore only his pyjama bottoms, as opposed to his red bodied uniform, so while he lacked the red breast of his winged namesake, the prank was otherwise perfect in execution.

Beast Boy was all but collapsed in the door frame. To his left, one of Cyborg's eyes were glowing red as he recorded the scene – though the footage was going to be undoubtedly shaky, as he too was doubled over. Grayson coughed once, a clear, deliberate noise that often meant the beginning of a lecture – and a flurry of feathers burst forth from his mouth. That was the break in the dam for Raven, and the boys positively howled with laughter. Their leader did not.

Starfire's flame of hair appeared in the doorway, and first confusion, then her struggle to not burst into hysterics were evident across her features.

'Uhm, Robin - oh! Erm, is…training…going to be…rescheduled?'

His eyes darted straight towards Beast Boy (now actually clutching his stomach on the floor); his mouth opened and closed a few times and he took a moment to just stutter nonsensically before clearing his throat.

'No, Star. Training is still on. The early bird catches the worm, boys. Let's go.'

The orchestrator and his best friend were able to cease their guffawing for long enough to make eye contact and slap their palms together in a high five, and Richard took advantage of the lull to wave (or flap) everyone out of his quarters.

'Civvie gym in 10 minutes.'

Robin was the last to enter the cavernous room. The rest of the Titans stood in a loose semi-circle at the far side of the blue safety mats where they usually received their directions. They all tried very hard to not smile as the door slid open. Nobody succeeded. Evidentially, Dick had attempted to brush off as much of the down as he could, but (as expected), he had been largely unsuccessful. A number of feathers protruded from both the neck and sleeves of his t-shirt, and many still clung to his dark hair. As he walked towards them, a handful of them broke free and left a plumed path in his wake. These details cracked Starfire's till-now impeccable control, and Robin fought to not do the same as he patiently waited for her giggles to come to a close so that he could give his team their instructions. Individual tasks were assigned to each of them, and said tasks were carried out without much communication (though so much as a mutual gaze would ensue plenty of sniggering). In fact, there was little other noise than the background music that cyborg played and the beeping of various machines. That is, until Beast Boy began coughing. Really coughing –the force of it causing him to stumble into the weight rack, and he crumpled clumsily to the floor, one arm extended in front of him to support his weight, the other hooked around his shoulder as he continued to splutter into his elbow. Once the attack had ended, Garfield rolled onto his back and simply lay on the cool ground, one hand on his throat and the other on his stomach. It would've been funny if it hadn't sounded so violently ill. Closest to the weight rack, it was Cyborg who started towards him first, but before he'd taken a step Raven was already there and offering a hand to help the green teen up.

'Gar, are you al-' Her concern became panic the second their skin touched. 'Cyborg. I think Garfield needs to go to the infirmary. He's burning up.'

Beast Boy never got sick. What with his highly reconstructable DNA, any pathogen that found its way into his body was eaten up almost immediately. He hadn't had so much as a common cold since the Sakutia virus. This was precisely the reason for why not only hearing his cough, but finding out he had a temperature threw the other members of his team into such a blind panic.

'I dunno, Cy, my throats kinda sore but I thought that was just from laughing so much.' Just the thought of earlier this morning was enough to make him chuckle again, though this time it swiftly transitioned into an unhealthy-sounding hack. 'It's quite sore, actually.'

'You don't sound good, man. Your temperature is running high too, sitting at about 140. Any other person would be dead or convulsing by now so keep an eye on that for me – I'm going to go run some more tests.'

The timing was relatively self-explanatory. Beast Boy hadn't been sick since becoming, well, Beast Boy. Beast Boy gets sick in the middle of a global pandemic. Unsurprisingly, the test came back positive for covid-19. What wasn't self-explanatory, was why this virus was any different, and how it was going to affect such a unique person. Cyborg had been running tests in the infirmary all morning, and was now locked away in the garage – stress-tinkering. While Beast Boy was going to be staying in his room as much as he could, the rest of the team were going to be self-isolating also, so Robin had spent the majority of the day scheduling deliveries of supplies and was now on the phone with Titans east to organise patrol in their absence. With the boys preoccupied elsewhere, there was nothing for Starfire and Raven to do but sit and worry. Except putting on their favourite comfort TV, of course. They'd been cocooned on the sofa watching food network for about three hours before Star had the idea of baking something to cheer the others up. She'd actually suggested a 'pudding of health' from her home planet, but Raven had managed to convince her on just a cake. Although, they'd soon find out the results wouldn't be any more edible.

'Raven, do you know how this works?'

The purple-haired teen (who had been trying in vain to reattach the base of the cake tin after pushing it out while greasing the sides) turned around to find her friend leaning over an industrial-looking mixer. The silver frame was adorned by a rather excessive number of dials and buttons, each labelled with minute depictions of their function. She was about to go and help when Starfire called out again.

'Nevermind! I think I've found it.'

'Make sure you drop the –' The machine launched into life with an unpleasant squeal, a sound similar to the one the alien princess made as the contents of said machine were flung from the bowl, coating both her and the counter. She promptly pulled the plug from its socket. The whisks continued to whir for a few seconds before coming to a halt. '-lid down first…I'll beat it by hand whilst you clean up.' Raven finished through a smile, and her gaze fell back down to the cake tin – still in two parts. 'And maybe look for some cupcake cases too.' Starfire giggled her thanks as she begun wiping the butter-and-sugar sludge from the front of her pink sweater, ducking out of the way as the mixing bowl, scales, and fresh ingredients floated past her head. They were a little short on sugar, but she just poured in the rest of the bag. Apparently, when Raven had said she would beat by hand, she had meant by majick, as the bowl now glowed with a dim black aura while she zested the lemons. The scent was rather lovely. Fresh, citrus, sweet. Invigorating. She had been using her powers for everyday tasks much less frequently as of late, but when baking (and only when baking) the pair needed all the help they could get.

Likely scared she would make a mess again, Kori'ander scraped her flame-like tendrils of hair up into a high ponytail before moving to wipe down the ledges. Raven noticed this, and knowing how rare it was for her friend's hair to be tied up in any way, she chose to comment on it.

'Your hair really suits you like that, Star.'

'Thank you!' came the bright response.

By the time Starfire had cleaned and retrieved the cupcake cases, Raven was already pouring the zest of three lemons (and a substantial amount of pith) into the mix. She reserved a handful of the rind for decoration. Wordlessly, Kori reached over to pull the bowl to her and began whisking in the eggs, and Raven began sifting together the flour and baking powder to be folded in. They worked quite well together in the kitchen, despite not being very good at it. As she folded in the dry ingredients, Star added fifty grams of ground almond and the juices of two of the lemons that Raven had previously zested. It took the both of them to spoon the mixture into the cases.

Starfire placed the tray into the oven and the duo returned to food network still playing on their large flatscreen TV. The plan had been to continue watching until the timer beeped – the timer that Raven had forgotten to reduce after changing the recipe from one large cake to cupcakes. About 25 minutes into reruns of 'worst cooks in america', an acrid scent had floated over to them. They were only a little too dark. Frosting could cover it. Maybe. Hopefully.

Raven took a couple of the cupcakes to Beast Boys room later that evening. He'd clearly been asleep for most of the day, and his voice was hoarse from coughing, but his smile was a mile wide when his door slid open to reveal her standing on the other side. They stood facing each other in the doorway for a moment, and Raven made the executive decision to just brush past him and plop herself down at the foot of his bed before the moment built to any awkwardness. She instantly felt bad – she would certainly be the first to cop if anyone walked so brazenly into her room. But Beast Boy didn't seem to mind.

She held the plate out towards him. He took one, and then leant back against his dresser. His eyes briefly flited about his disorganised room before resting again on the girl sat on his bed.

'I don't remember ordering room service.' He smiled.

'Complimentary. Fair warning, I just found Rob's and Cy's in the bin.'

Unfazed, Beast Boy shoved a large bite into his mouth, then all of a sudden appeared quite confused and began to chew very, very slowly. He frowned at the frosted confection in his hand, and then seeming to remember his company his features stretched back into that signature mega-watt grin. 'No, it's good, Rae-Rae.'

Her expression could only be described as incredulous, until it smoothed into deadpan a second later.

'You can't taste it can you?'

The grin grew a little wider. 'It's the best you and Star have ever created.'

A/N: Okay, so! It was a suggestion from Pablo Escobar 90 for Beast Boy to trick the others into thinking he had coronavirus, but I felt that would be a little insensitive so this is what I came up with instead, it's also more fun for me to add a little drama into the mix. It was also suggested by someone for Raven and Star to try and cook something together and it all go wrong, I cant find the comment right now - but thank you to whoever that was! To Eris, sorry BBs prank wasn't as complex as his ones in the show, I'm not that original lol. Hope you all enjoy this chapter! It took me a little longer to get it up because of going back to college etc, but the next has been written for about a month so that will be up shortly.

Lovingly, Bree