"So, Robin, where are you from, then?" Murphy asked.

"Canada. Toronto, specifically."

Murphy glanced at Connor. "Hey, we've spent some time in Toronto! Great place."

"Yea, the people there are really friendly. Remember that guy we met outside Henry's?" Connor asked.

"Oh, yea. We ran into this guy, knocked him flat on the ground. He gets up, apologizes to us, and offers us some donuts!"

Robin smiled broadly. "That's my great white north." She looked around at the table. "Win," she said to Barney, Ted, Marshall, and Lily.

"Whatever," Barney muttered.

Robin smirked. "He stopped making fun of Canada after I threatened his 'little barnacle' with my gun," she told Connor and Murphy.

They both perked up at the world 'gun'. "You have a gun? What kind?"

"Oh, jeez, more gun nuts," Ted muttered.

"Gun enthusiast," Robin insisted. "It's a .44 Magnum."

Murphy whistled. "Nice."

"Let's change the subject, shall we?" Ted interrupted. "How 'bout we play a game? Let's start with an easy one. Red Sox or Yankees?

"Red Sox," Connor and Murphy said immediately.

"Yankees," Barney and Marshall said at the same time.

Everyone looked at Lily and Robin.

"Canadian," Robin supplied.

"Female," Lily added.

"How about… chocolate or vanilla?" Marshall asked.

"Chocolate," Ted said. Lily agreed.

"Vanilla," Robin said.

"Strawberry," Connor and Barney said at the same time. Connor looked up at Barney for a second, made eye contact with him, and snapped his eyes back down. Damn it, why was he blushing? At least, no one noticed. Besides Murphy, anyway, but Murphy noticed everything.

"Strawberry, really?" Ted said, wrinkling his nose.

"Strawberry's disgusting," Lily said.

"False!" Barney objected. "Strawberry is the most underappreciated ice cream flavor."

"Dog or cat?"

Everyone agreed on that one. Obviously.

"Apples or bananas?"

Ted, Murphy, Marshall: "Apples."

Connor, Lily, Robin, Barney: "Bananas."

"Hopscotch or jump rope?"

Lily, Ted, Marshall, Murphy: "Hopscotch."

Robin, Connor, Barney: "Jump rope."

"I got one," Murphy asked. "Who do you think's older, me or Connor?"

Barney and Robin: "Connor."

Ted, Lily. and Marshall: "Murphy."

Murphy raised his hands triumphantly. "Win."

Connor rolled his eyes. "Whatever, little brother." Murphy ignored him.

"Wait, brother?" Ted interrupted. "You guys are brothers?"

"Twins," Murphy added.

"No way."

"Aye."

"…then why'd you kiss?"

"Because some seventeen year old girl has sick fantasies like that." Connor laughed. 'I like to mess with Murph's head."

"Fuck you," Murphy muttered.

"See, he brings most of it on himself."

"So, if you guys aren't actually on a date, are you actually going on vacation together?" Barney asked.

"Oh, yea. We're flying home to Cork, our Ma's in the hospital.

There was a chorus of "I'm sorry"s and all that jazz. Connor and Murphy waved them off.

"Oh, she's fine," Connor said. "Actually, I should probably call and tell her our flight's delayed." He left the table.

"Barney mentioned something about you guys needing a place to stay?" Ted asked Murphy. "You could crash at me and Robin's…"

Murphy stared at them. "You and Robin live together?"

"Oh! Not like that," Robin said quickly. "We're just roommates."

"Yea, we already tried the dating thing." Ted said. "Didn't work, I want to get married, and Robin's not looking for anything serious."

Murphy's momentarily crushed mood lightened considerably. "Sounds good," he said brightly.

A/N

1: Forgive my horrible lack of knowledge on guns, I just found this on the internet.

2: The Red Sox and the Yankees are baseball teams, Athena. Little white ball.

3: Italics are an optional-read.