Robin looked into the refrigerator and stared thoughtfully at the mutant-like food inside. Maybe Raven might not like those, he thought. To be honest, Robin had no idea what to pack for a picnic, apart from a mat. He never went for a picnic himself.

Perhaps some fruit juice, or a few sandwiches. But he did not know what Raven liked, excluding tea. And strictly no turnips allowed. He could get some ideas, but the food in the fridge was too blue and fuzzy. Time to do some shopping.

Robin walked slowly down the rows of groceries. He began to feel rather out of place, since all the people he met so far were housewives. He casually picked out a swiss roll and some donuts. He wasn't sure if Raven liked those, but at least he did.

Placing them neatly in a basket, he popped in a few tea bags and decided it was enough. Not that Raven ate a lot, anyway. The picnic was just an excuse. Confessing was the main point, and the one which really worried him.

Back at Raven's door, he stared hesitantly and wondered if this was a little early. What the heck, he thought, she's leaving tomorrow and you're wondering if this is EARLY.

Tap.

Tap.

The door slid open. Raven peeked out. "Oh, hello Robin. Here to help me pack?"

Robin looked at the mess of clothes and suitcases. "Not really. I just wondered if you can go out with me, just once more. Please?"

Raven raised her brow. "Oh."

"Is that a yes?"

Raven paused. This was, after all, her last day. "Ok."

Robin chose a shady spot under a tree and laid out the food. "Not allergic to any of these, are you?" he snickered.

Raven rolled her eyes. "Oh you're a real riot," she said sarcastically, "Anyway, no."

Robin was pleased to find that Raven liked the food. At least that was worth the effort shopping. He looked at Raven and noticed how graceful she was even when she was eating. She must look even hotter when she's sleeping, he mentally added. He quickly shook that thought away, in case Raven was reading his mind.

Raven flipped out a book and began reading. "Great picnic." She commented.

Robin nodded, "Thanks."

Robin decided to wait until Raven finished reading before he told her. That would give him time to think about what to say. He switched on his MP3 player.

All of a sudden, he had a brainwave. Only a hopeless romantic would confess to a girl so straightforwardly. He had to think of something better, like maybe sing her a song or what. Then he saw an ice-cream van. Perfect. Now to arrange a little something with the ice-cream man, and give Raven a little treat…

Note: Yes, I know it;s evil to leave the story hanging like this, but I don't know if you guys want Robin to succeed or fail miserably. So send me a review, tell me what you want and I promise I'll post ASAP!