"What exactly are Brownies?" Alan asked, perching on the kitchen counter.

"It's like chocolate cake, but much nicer." Charli smiled as she began to pull out the pots and pans.

"Mmmm, sounds nice." John grinned. "What can I do?"

"Go into the fridge and get me the butter and milk. Then dig out the sugar and cocoa powder too." John gave her a blank stare. "Alan, help him please?"

"Don't look at me" Alan frowned. "What the hell is all that?"

Charli rolled her eyes. "Fine! John, go in that draw and get me some wooden spoons!" He did as he was told and Charli got out the ingredients. "Right!" She handed the outlaws a bowl between two, Alan and Djaq, Robin and John and herself and Will. "Ok, first. Weigh out four grams of butter." There was a grab for the butter and John reached it first, which meant the others stood around making helpful comments as he struggled to open the lid.

"Does this come with instructions?" He asked, his face turning purple with effort.

Charli rolled her eyes, but before she could show him how to do it the lid flew off and landed with a muffled thud on the floor...face down. Charli groaned. Crouching down, she picked up the lid before running it under the tap to give it a rinse. "Okay, weigh out the butter. I'll weigh the sugar and...Yeah, we'll take it from there." She pulled a big block of chocolate out of the cupboard and snapped off four ounces, chucking them in the bowl.

"Done!" Little john called proudly, presenting the weighed out butter. Charli bit her lip.

"How much did I say?" She questioned her own instructions.

"Four ounces." John told her.

"That's four hundred grams John." Charli looked at the mound of butter in the dish. "Look here," she pointed at the markings. "This is four ounces."

"Oh ...right," John said, a little crest fallen. He began to scoop the butter back into the tub and Charli cringed.

"Anyway, moving on..." she rolled her eyes.

John measured out four ounces of the butter carefully and put it in the bowl. "Alan, microwave that for... oh no. We don't have a microwave anymore do we." She glared at him, pulling open a drawer to search for some matches. "Alan, fill that saucepan with water."

Alan did as he was told, and surprisingly without managing to spill it everywhere. He placed the pan on the cooker and watched as Charli struck and lit the match, but not before a series of outcries from the gang.

"WHOA!"

"WITCHCRAFT!"

"Someone is going to get this match stuck somewhere if they aren't careful." Charli muttered, turning on the gas and lighting the hob, which got an even bigger gasp and a louder yell of "Witchcraft" from John.

"How did you do that?" He asked in amazement.

"You've been here weeks and you've only just noticed we can produce fire?" Charli chuckled as she shook her head.

"We can produce fire." Alan protested. "We just have to rub two sticks together and it takes ages."

"Djaq has her little glass thing." Will pointed out. "It's quicker when we use that."

"Yeah but you can only use that if the sun is shining." Alan argued. "And we live in England. The sun hardly ever shines."

"You're not wrong there," Charli agreed as she began to stir the contents into the pan. "You may have discovered that things are much easier and practical today. You want something doing; you can get it done there and then."

"Right" Charli placed the bowl in the saucepan of water. "Djaq, stir this, tell me when it is all liquid," the Saracen nodded. "Will, Alan, can you try and weigh me out ten and a half ounces of sugar. John, in that cupboard, there's a little green bottle. Get it?"

Each of the outlaws began to scuffle around the kitchen, managing to bang into each other every couple of seconds. Charli rolled her eyes and wiped her forehead, not realsing that she was now covered in flour. Will, leaving the others to squabble over the ingredients, joined her. "You have something on your face." He grinned.

She touched her face, staring at the flour on her fingers. "Oh sh'it! The bag must have broken." She ran a hand threw her hair, leaving a grey/white streak among the red. Will bit his lip and Charli, realising what she had done, chuckled. "Oops. Alan! That is not Sugar! That's salt!"

"Oops!" He grinned as he then picked up the sugar and proceeded to add it the salt.

"Oh god..." Charli muttered. "Whose idea was this?"

"Yours, I believe," Will kissed her lightly on the forehead, causing a streak of flour to suddenly appear on his lips.

She smirked, wiping it off with her thumb. "Flour tastes disgusting," she whispered, before crossing over to Alan, snatching the weighing dish from his hand and tipping the mixture in the bin, then hiding the salt behind the dishwasher. "Sugar, only."

"I like sugar," Djaq began to bounce on the balls of her feet.

"Yes, we know!" Charli said worriedly as she weighed it out for them again.

"I found it!" John said excitedly as he held out the little green bottle she had asked for earlier.

"Its liquid!" Djaq called and Charli went over to her.

"Good, okay." She lifted it off the seat. "Alan, you can add the sugar now!" Alan came running over with the bowl of sugar and tipped it into the bowl of melted butter and chocolate. Into the bowl. All over the floor. "Thanks for that Alan." Charli groaned, picking up the bag of sugar and with a experienced eye adding some more.

"Ok John, add a little of what's in the bottle." John did as he was told, splashing the liquid into the bowl. "And then mix it."

Will peered in as Robin picked up the spoon. "Umm, Charli? Is it supposed to be green?"

Charli whirled round. "What?"

"Well, this is green."

She groaned, snatching up the bottle that John had found and examining it. "Green food colouring! How did I forget that the green food colouring was also in a green bottle!"

"Um...oops?" John offered, looking more than a little worried. "Did I ruin it?"

"No, it's okay. They'll still be edible...just green," she laughed.

"Much will eat them." Robin reassured her and she smiled.

"What won't he eat?"

"Snails." Charli giggled and all the outlaws pulled a face at her.

"Right is that mixed?" She opened the fridge and pulled out two eggs. You know how to crack eggs? What am I saying, of course you do. Just don't eat raw eggs; I don't want you to get salmonella!"

"Salmon-what?" Robin cocked an eyebrow.

"Salmon-this-will-make-you-bloody-ill-if-you-don't-cook-them." Charli laughed.

"I've had that." Alan said as he watched Charli crack an egg and begin to mix it.

"Course you have." Charli muttered.

"No really, I have." He insisted, picking up the other egg and balancing it on his hands. Charli sent him her best 'if you break that you are dead' glare.

"It would have killed you," she said. Robin made a snatch for the egg, knocking it off Alan's fingers and onto the floor. Charli blinked. "Are you completely stupid, or what?"

"Sorry," Robin murmured, picking up a cloth straight away and attempting to clean up the mess.

"Yeah, and stay down there until it's all up."

Robin muttered to himself while Alan smirked. Charli tossed a cloth at his head. "You can help him! Will, can you get me another egg?"

Will opened the fridge door and began to rummage around until he found what he was looking for. "Here you are," he made to chuck the egg, but not before Charli screamed, "WILL NO!"

The young outlaw began to laugh when he saw the look her face and, calmly walking over, placed the egg in her hand. "Had you then."

She hit him and stormed over to crack the egg into the mixture before anyone could break it. Suddenly, there was a coughing fit behind them. The usually dark Saracen was very white. While he had been cleaning up, Alan had knocked the bag of flour all over Djaq, and she now closely resembled a child dressed for Halloween.

"Oh my...god," Charli began to laugh. "Djaq, you look-"

"White," she fumed. "I look white."

"Yes, that's the one," Charli said as she began to mix the eggs in. "I suggest you go and get yourself cleaned up."

Djaq disappeared, leaving a trail of flour in her wake, Alan chuckling. Charli glared at him. "You'll be cleaning that up! Right, Robin, get the flour, weigh me out four ounces, Will go in that drawer and get a tablespoon, its green and it says 'tablespoon' on it, and measure two tablespoons of cocoa powder."

"What shall I do?" Asked John, the only one who had managed not to make a mess so far.

"Weigh out a hundred grams of chocolate chips...oh. That's four ounces." Charli tossed him the packet of chocolate chips as Robin added the flour and Will, after tipping the cocoa powder all over the table, managed to get two tablespoons into the bowl.

"I'm not being funny guys, but how the hell did you manage to cook in 1192? It's like you've never done it before."

"That's what women are for." Alan said. Charli stopped stirring the contents of the pan and glared at him. "Um...I mean. Robin here has been practically waited on all his life and the rest of us...yeah, that's what women are for."

"Here's an idea Alan." Will glanced at the expression on Charli's face. "Shut up! Much does most of our cooking, Charli."

"Oh I see," Charli said in disbelief. "And he does most of the eating too. It's a wonder you guys are not really skinny!"

"He is!" Alan pointed at Robin. "It's disgusting! And to think he's been the best fed through out his life."

"I obviously do more exercise than you Alan." Robin shot a sly glance at the man that everyone, except Charli, missed, and the girl burst into peels of laughter. Robin grinned and pointed at her. "Your mind is bad!"

"I know. I can't help it! It's because I've been friends with Tanya for years."

"I know hers is bad," Robin murmured.

"And we'll leave it right there," Charli held up her hand. "That, I do not want to know, let's just get these brownies finished for when Much and Tanya get back." Robin's smile dropped at her words.

"They'll be okay, Robin. Don't worry. Much will look after her... or vice versa." She shrugged.

"It will probably be vice versa," Robin laughed half heartedly as John tipped two hundred grams of the chocolate chips into the bowl. In answer to Charli's questioning gaze he simply shrugged.

"They taste nice."

Charli giggled at his words. They continued to add the rest of the ingredients until the brownies were finally ready to place into the oven. Charli clapped her hands together and grinned. "Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be."

She looked from one outlaw to the next, noting how they were now covered in flour and chocolate. "Okay...now we need to clean up." She suggested. "We can use the shower, one at a time. Alan, did you discover how to turn it on without flooding my flat yet?"

"Of course I did!" He sounded offended.

"Well, in that case, go switch it on!" She rolled her eyes as she picked up the tray and placed it into the oven. "I'll start on the dishes."

"I'll help" Will started to gather up the mess. "Where do we wash them?"

"We don't, my dishwasher does." Charli laughed, pointing at the machine. Alan vanished to turn on the shower and soon running water could be heard.

"Oh I see," Will looked at the dishwasher like it was about to bite him.

"Start placing the dirty dishes inside it." Charli shoved him forward with a chuckle as she began to wipe the counter tops down.

"How does it work?" Will slotted the plates in.

"It fires water at the crockery and they get clean." Charli grinned, leaning across him to wipe the sink down. Robin, John and Djaq had wandered out of the room.

"Hey, you three! Please don't get flour ALL over the flat; I would like to contain the mess!"

"Yeah, yeah," Robin called back.

Charli's mouth dropped at his words. "I don't believe him. He's been only a few week and he's acting like a complete dick."

"No, he was like that in 1192, trust me." Will grinned.

"I have felt alone all my life, except with you."

"I believe you," she grinned, turning to face him and leaning against the counter. "Have you enjoyed today? I apologise about Hayley...I don't know why Suzanne had to pick today of all days to..."

"Hey, it's alright. I want to meet your family." Will smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"No you don't. I couldn't deal with all the questions."

"We could deal with it together..."

Charli frowned. "What are you saying?"

Will smiled. "I'm saying I-"

"Hey guys! We're home!" Tanya's voice yelled through the house cutting Will's words off. "Something smells great! Have you guys been cooking?" She appeared in the doorway.

Will moved away from Charli, looking a little peeved. Charli smiled back, although a little ungrateful at the interruption too. "Yeah, we made chocolate brownies."

"You actually let them cook?" Tanya stuck her head through the kitchen door. "Ooh. nice mess!" Charli chucked a tea-towel at her head, but before she could retaliate, she had been pulled into a hug by a relieved Robin.

"Whoa what the-oh hey! It's you-wait! You're covered in food! Get off!" She pushed him away.

"Charming." Robin muttered, stepping away from her. "I worry like crazy and you tell me to get off!"

"Go clean up, then maybe I'll say hello properly." She pointed to the bathroom.

"Can't," he shrugged. "Alan is in there. Now will have to do," he made a grab for her again. Tanya screamed and ran to hide behind John. "Make him go away."

"Not John!" Robin mock cried. "Anyone but John." Charli rolled her eyes and retreated back into the kitchen, shutting the door.

"Where were we?" She grinned at Will, who had continued stacking the dirty cooking equipment into the dishwasher.

"I'm busy," he coughed, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Like hell you are!" She sauntered over to him and, taking his wrist, pulled him toward her. "I don't believe I've kissed you today."

"I think you had more than enough kisses last night...but if you insist," he pushed her up against the counter, his lips finding hers quickly.

She pulled away for a moment. "There's no such thing as more than enough," she kissed him again. "Not from you."

He lifted her up so she was sat on the counter and slid his hands round her waist. "We're going to be covered in flour," he pointed out.

"I know," she giggled as he nibbled at her neck, placing a small tender kiss on her cut.

"How is it?"

"Better now, thanks."

"How are you?"

"Not made of glass, I'll be fine!" Will pulled away to look at her seriously. "Will! I'm fine. Now stop acting the concerned boyfriend and start acting the..." she was cut of as he kissed her fiercely.

"That'll do," she mumbled into his mouth before kissing him back with as much passion. Will's hands quickly found their way under Charli's shirt, and her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Will, not here" she murmured, still into his mouth and he sighed, pulling away from her. "Come on, let's finish tidying up and go into the lounge." They did so, and made their way into the living room, walking very close, arms wrapped around each other.

They collapsed in a chair, and Robin stared at them. "Thought you wanted to contain the mess?" He criticised Charli, looking at the flour trail they had left.

"Do you want to live?" Charli threatened, leaning back against Will.

"I am eight hundred years old," he said nonplussed. "I'm not afraid."

"Ewww," Tanya grimaced as she sat beside him and flicked though the TV channels. "That's gross."

"You know you like it." Robin teased her and she rolled her eyes.

"You're still not clean!"

"Alan is in the shower!" He protested. "Don't I at least get a kiss? Look, Will is covered in flour and Charli still kisses him!" He pointed at the couple, who had resumed their affections. "Which, I think is great, but I wish they would do in private.

"Leave them alone." Tanya prodded.

"I will…" he grinned, "When you kiss me."

"One kiss," Tanya sighed, as she leant forward and placed a small peck on his lips.

"Ah, ah, ah." Robin said as she made to move away, catching her wrist in his hand. "Is that all I-oh god! Sorry!" He released her arm quickly when she hissed in pain. "Are you okay?"

Tanya studied the underneath of her arm for a moment, noticing the brown coloured mark there. "Don't apologise. It's not your fault. It's just a bruise anyway." She shrugged.

"Yes but...Tanya..." Robin seemed almost helpless for a moment, the only thing he could think of to do was to kiss her tenderly, conveying all his feelings into one motion.

Tanya melted into his touch, giving into him completely as she felt his love overwhelm her. She pulled away and took a deep breath, not able to tear her eyes away from him. "Oh…dear…I mean…wow…" She shook her head in disbelief, before leaning forward again to kiss him.

"Maybe you two should take a hint," Charli called over. Robin continued to kiss her, but not before flipping his middle finger over in their direction.

"Robin of Locksley!" Charli scolded. "Where did you learn such things?" Robin raised his hand and pointed down at Tanya as he continued his assault on her lips.

"Charming." She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I think the brownies might be done." She quickly jumped to her feet and skipped into the kitchen, just as Alan emerged from the bathroom.

Tanya had to do a double take at his state of undress as he appeared to be sopping wet and wearing only a small towel around his waist. "Alan. A little dignity please!" She scolded.

"What's the matter? Like what you see?" He smirked at her.

"No! Absolutely not!" She sputtered.

"You know? I think she does." Alan placed his hands on his hips.
"I think she does too," Robin began to shake his head. "Tut, tut, tut, Tanya."

"What? Now wait just a minute," she looked between the two men. "I do not-I can't believe you'd even think-I DO NOT FANCY ALAN A DALE!" She pushed out of Robin's arms and rose quickly from the chair.

"Does too," Robin muttered.

"Robin!" She glared at him. "I think it is maybe YOU that fancies him."
Robin's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

Alan shrugged. "Everybody wants a piece of me."

"I don't." Will dead panned as he flicked through the TV channels.
Alan's eyes wondered over to Djaq who had been sat reading quietly for the past ten minutes. "I told you I had a body like that Ken doll."
"I'm not looking," she continued to read. "In fact, I'm not even listening."

"Hot, sticky, green brownies! Come and get them!" Charli yelled from the kitchen.

"Green?" Tanya said curiously. "Should I be worried?"

"It was John's fault," Robin shrugged.

"No, Charli asked me to find the green bottle, which I did. How was I to know if it were the right one?"

"Technically," Charli appeared in the living room again, with a tray full of brownies, "the food colouring bottle is clear, it just looks green because of the colour of the liquid... the vanilla flavouring bottle is actually green!" Tanya started to laugh.

"You told one of these people to do something and didn't check they had done it right?"

Charli laughed. "Must have slipped my mind." She shrugged as she placed the plate down on the table. Much was there in a matter of seconds. "Hey, don't you dare eat them all!" Charli nudged him.

"Me?" Much looked teasingly outraged, but before Charli could make her sarcastic reply, the phone rang. Everyone froze, Much with a brownie half way to his mouth.

"I gotta get caller I.D." Charli mumbled, trudging to the phone. Without looking at either Robin or Will, she picked it up. "Hello? Much, its for you!"

"Me?" The innocent expression on his face turned to bewilderment. "Who in their right mind would call me?"

"B.T." Charli muttered, chucking him the phone. "And I'm questioning the 'right mind' part."

"Hello?" Much asked tentatively. "Claire!"

"You're joking me right?" Tanya looked at Charli incredulously as Much grinned happily down the phone. "What happened between them two?" She mouthed to Alan, John and Djaq. "You still haven't told me."

"That's because we don't know."

"We get the idea though."

"I think anyone does!" Tanya nodded at Much, who was trying to walk as far away from them as possible, but having difficulty, as the phone was still attached to the wall.

"I gave her our number." Charli grinned. "I felt a little sorry for him, and her. Oh! Cordless!" And she was off again, this time to her bedroom. She reappeared fiddling with a cordless phone, and placed it in Much's hand, holding it up to his ear before taking the other phone away him. "Keep talking," she suggested to the outlaw.

Much disappeared from sight again and Charli turned to the others and blew out through her cheeks. "If she's calling from France then she's gonna have one hell of a phone bill. They'll be on there all night!"

Tanya suddenly started laughing hysterically, head in her hands. The outlaws stared at her in astonishment, but Charli, having some indication of the way her friend's mind worked, cracked a grin. "Mind out of the gutter Tanya! That's totally gross!"

"You were thinking it too," Tanya pointed at her.

"I was not-"

"Thinking what?" Robin narrowed his eyes as he looked between the two women.

"Duh!" Alan rolled his eyes. "Isn't it obvious?"

Both girls looked at him in amazement. "You've been watching too much television again Alan!"

"It was the only thing we could find in English!" Alan protested, and both Tanya and Charli screamed with laughter again.

"Do you mind!" Much stuck his head into the room, peevishly. "I'm on the phone!"

Tanya and Charli, if anything, laughed harder. "I'm on the phone," Tanya mimicked. Much shot her a dirty look before disappearing again. She then turned to Will and grinned evilly. "I just remembered something. Before Much and I left for rehearsal, you said something about Djaq being 'far from a boy'. What did you mean?"

"No, not that again," Will shook his head quickly.

Tanya's question did nothing to stop Charli's laughter, and she leaned her head weakly on Will's shoulder, overcome with giggles. Will blushed, reaching out and stuffing a brownie in his mouth. "Ho'," he yelled, and then his expression turned to surprise when the brownie glued his mouth together and he could only get out half the word. "Wha'?"

"What are you trying to say?" Tanya leaned in closer. "Did you just say ho? Are you calling me a ho? Because that would be an understatement."

"Damn right," Charli high fived her, both girls laughing hysterically again. The rest of the outlaws looked on almost worriedly.

"What is the matter with you women?" Robin frowned. "Do you all have adverse reactions to sugar? Maybe we should keep all sugar away from you!"

"Oh be quiet," Tanya waved him off. "We're just trying to have some fun, otherwise we'll cry. We're not used to this sh'it."

"What sh'it?" Robin frowned.

"Oh I dunno, the whole getting threatened at knife point, you know."
Robin's eyes blazed. "I see nothing funny here."
"Yes, well, we do. Forgive me for not being happy that everything has turned out alright for the moment," she snapped back at him.

Charli's laughter died away as she glanced between the two of them. "Come on Guys..."

Robin growled, more at himself, and shook his head. "No, Charli. Tanya is right. As serious as the matter is, we need to have some kind of fun, if only to take our minds of it."

"Thank you." Tanya mouthed to him.

"Okay then Mr 'I am the leader I make all the decisions', what do you suggest?" Charli challenged him.

Robin grinned cockily. "An archery contest."