… I think I should wait a liiiiittttle longer.

::tummy grumbles::

::smacks tummy::

Edit: ?

Robin woke up, yawning to the point that his jaw popped. He scratched his head and stomach, yawning again. The first rays of sunlight were filtering through the waxy cuticle over the window. With sleep-ridden eyes, he glanced at BeastBoy's bunking. The younger man was still asleep, and Robin couldn't hear the footsteps of the house-hold. Feeling safe, he peeled off his mask, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes with slender hands. As soon as he was done, though, the mask went right back on. He got up, and went outside to run around the perimeter of the village before the others were up.

"Hf, hf, hf," the Boy Wonder panted, grinning at the little boy next to him. Many of the children were already awake in the village, as well as all of the adults. The women had already left to the fields, and the men were discussing something, Robin had heard something about hunting, though. A little boy had challenged him to a race, and although he'd already run around the village several times, he accepted. He made it seem like a close run, but purposefully lost in the end.

"Kabni jimjim," he told the boy. Good game. He ruffled the kid's hair before he trotted back to the hut he'd stayed in the night before. The old man lived here, with his wife. A few grandchildren played on the floor, because their parents were out to work. The others were running about outside, before they would be made to check the water for their family, as well as collect close-by berries and other chores. The elderly woman sat in what was the backyard, with a fire crackling. A stone pot held some of the morning's breakfast. The man had gone to the temple to pray, and BeastBoy was sleeping. Robin thought he'd wake him up, and pushed aside the dried leaves.

The other was dressed and had packed up both of the sleeping bags. He was wearing one of the black bodysuits he usually wore on missions and stuff.

Robin, on the other hand, donned jeans and a white cotton tee-shirt. "It's going to be hot today, you know," the black-haired boy said, shocking BeastBoy from a dazed daydream. "Oh, yeah. This is actually really comfortable," the changeling said, standing. "When are we heading out?"

Robin looked at the already-folded sleeping bags. "Probably soon. We'll just have our backpacks, for convenience. They re-packed our bags," Robin said, smiling lightly. "They're actually expecting us back at night. The island is small enough that we should be able to cover to the other side with a day's worth of fast hiking." BeastBoy frowned. Robin did, too. "We'll have to be more thorough than that," they both said, at the same time. A light laughter filled the room, and Robin was pleased that the younger man was laughing – and it seemed genuine.

"Yeah. Luckily, I know this island pretty well. Bruce brought me here more than once," Robin commented, picking up his sleeping bag.

BeastBoy didn't say he knew or figured that, but picked up his things and walked outside, too. They'd eat a healthy breakfast of stewed inland mutant potatoes with sugarcane and fruit, as well as pieces of a strange bird that didn't have an English name, and then start walking.

That's better, I guess. More later, food now. :P

Edit: Hm. Reminds me of rice yam porridge, that last bit. Hope it's improved.