Robin examined the rows of flowers before him. All girls loved flowers, and Raven ought to be no exception. Hopefully. The only problem was choosing the right flowers. The colour could not be too bright, and the smell had to be light but fragrant. Of course, the only kind of flowers which seemed to fit the description were ones people put in graveyards, and that was definitely out of question.

Then he saw a few violets on full bloom. They were beautiful. The rich purple colour was pleasing to the eye, and it was not too striking. Robin smiled. Perfect.

Raven lay comfortably on her bed. After yesterday, she almost felt happy about leaving. In fact, she packed half her stuff last night. Lately there had not been many villains or whatsoever, so she felt confident the others would manage well without her. As for boy blunder… well, it was just too bad. For him, that is.

A knock on her door startled her. Reluctantly, she slipped off her bed and opened her door by a crack, almost expecting to see Robin outside. Instead, she saw nobody. She sighed, half with relief and half with disappointment. He may be annoying at times, but she had to admit, his weird antics were rather amusing. Just then, she caught sight of a bunch of flowers lying on the ground.

A smile edged on her lips as she picked up the bunch of violets. Along with it came a note. Raven read it: My deepest apologies about yesterday. It was really stupid of me to think of something as dumb as that. If you can so graciously grant me your forgiveness, how about joining me for dinner tonight? –Robin. She thought it over. Good effort on his part. She might give it a shot after all.

Robin waited nervously in the living room. Would she even come? Maybe she was still upset with him after all.

"Hey."

There stood Raven, dressed in a blue waist length blouse and a pair of fitting jeans. Robin stared for a while, and replied, "I'm so glad you came. Come on, let's get going."

Raven smiled a crafty grin. "Let's go."

Robin scanned the menu and started to sweat. Some great idea to choose a some fancy French restaurant, of all places. No one told him the menu was in French as well. Raven smiled at him from across the table. Apparently she knew French, and had already placed her order. The waiter began to tap his foot impatiently.

"Err… I'll have this and this." He stuttered, randomly pointing to several unfamiliar dishes. The waiter raised his eyebrow. "Will that be all, sir?"

"Yes." Robin confirmed, nodding rather awkwardly.

Raven looked at him oddly. "Well, I didn't know you studied French."

"I know a little." Robin replied, trying to sound casual.

Raven smiled. "I see. Good choice. Those were very special French dishes, known for their unique flavors."

Robin smiled. So far all was going as planned.

Then, the dishes arrived. Raven chose a dish of delicious looking fish grilled in some special French sauce. When Robin orders came, his eyes widened. Raven stifled a laugh as Robin stared awkwardly at his two dishes of soup.

"Well, Robin, apparently you sure love soup."

Robin nodded uncomfortably. Raven daintily cut her fish and began to eat. "Go on," she prompted. "Dig in."

Robin lifted his spooned and drank a huge mouthful of soup. No sooner had he swallowed it, his nose turned red and his ears felt hot. Tears came to his eyes as his tongue tingled painfully. The soup was incredibly SPICY.

Raven looked at him. "What's wrong?" she asked innocently.

Robin shook his head as he frantically gulped down his juice. "Nothing," He panted. "I just… choked."

Raven smiled sweetly. "Well drink up then. You need plenty of soup to feel full, you know."

Robin stared at his bowls of killer soups and back at Raven. Oh my, he thought. Oh my.

Back in his room, Robin stared in the mirror. Dinner was pure hell, and he nearly died there. He spent the last hour in the toilet having runs, and now he stared at his swollen lips. Not only that, he totally messed up his date by ordering ten cups of juice, and all the while Raven smiled mockingly at him.

The situation was getting desperate. He only had three more days left, excluding the day Raven was going to leave. Robin took out his notebook. Slowly, an idea formed in his head. He quickly jotted down: Operation get-a-pet…

Note: Recently someone reviewed my previous post and informed me that Raven healing power glowed blue, and not yellow. Sorry if I made a mistake. I never really bothered to see what her hand glowed anyway, so my apologies about that! By the way, read and review. Thanks!