AN: Okay, to avoid the confusion (though I don't think there would be any, but, you know) - I used to be clarysmulders. So there's that! :)
"Get that off me!" Robin shrieked as Barney threw waffle mix all over her blouse, the two laughing and obviously having immense fun. "God, you are so annoying!" She yelled in between chortles.
"Like you're one to talk," He clucked, gesturing at his sweatpants from Armani, which was covered in strawberry jam and proceeded to sprinkle waffle mix all around, this time on her hair.
"Not on my hair!" She squealed, grabbing hold of a jar of syrup.
"No, no, not the syrup!" He pleaded with her, eyeing the jar with cautiousness. "You can take anything in the kitchen but the syrup…" He paused and scoffed. "Seriously. It's maple syrup. I don't want Canadian all over me."
Shaking her head, she laughed. "You don't want Canadian all over you? Guess that's what you'll get then." She giggled as she opened the jar, scooped a handful of syrup and spread it all over his shirt. "Ha. There you go. Good job, you now have Canadian all over you." She congratulated him, still smearing the syrup all over his chest area as he made a face in disgust.
"Scherbatsky, you have gone too far." He faked an angry face, teeth gritted, his voice shaking, as he tasted his words. "We'll have a food fight!"
She smirked. "Yeah, you are. Go ahead."
Barney peered around the kitchen, looking for something that would make her regret streaking maple syrup all over him.
More waffle mix?
Nah, she's had plenty. It's getting boring.
Jam?
Probably not.
White sugar…
No, that's too easy to deal with. It's not even sticky. She'd get that off her shirt in a heartbeat.
He pondered for a long moment, still gazing around, until he noticed a moderately big bowl of custard resting casually on the kitchen worktable.
That will do.
Reaching across to gain access to it, his eyes met hers and he winked, which made her shudder, knowing he was certainly up to no good.
"Custard!" He yelled as he scooped two handfuls and threw them right at her. She shrieked once again, putting her hands out to block the lumpy, yellow substance.
"You got lucky," she laughed, grabbing another handful of the custard. "Watch this!"
And with another hearty laugh, she tossed it right at his hair, causing him to whine in distress.
"Look, it matches your hair!" She giggled, high fiving herself.
"Did you just high-five yourself?" Barney grumbled, defeated as custard trickled down his face.
"Yeah, because I'm awesome like that."
"That's my catchphrase!"
She snorted. "Pft, yeah right."
"I am right!" He stomped his feet like a little kid; he was covered in the chaotic combination of strawberry jam, maple syrup, waffle mix and custard. "…And I'm hungry."
Still laughing, she doubled over, one hand placed on the table to stop herself from falling over and one hand stuck out for a handshake. "Hello Hungry, nice to meet you, my name is Robin."
"Ha ha, you are so funny, you deserve an academy award." He scowled, pretending to be cross with her. Slapping her extended hand, he hesitated; he noticed how they have been in the kitchen for about an hour and a half now, with still no sign of brunch produced. Plus now, they have trashed the room as well, with special thanks to their food fight.
"Seriously, Robin. This place is a right mess." He muttered, concerned.
Robin noted the seriousness in his voice and stopped laughing.
Barney carried on, taking in the disorder they have created, with a hint of concern in his voice. "And I thought we were grown ass adults."
"Exactly. We are," she agreed, grinning. "Which is why we are allowed to have food fights in the middle of the day in our pyjamas. Grown ass adults make their own rules and grown ass adults break their own rules."
Upon hearing that, he felt slightly better about his lack of responsibility. In fact, he did not just feel slightly better; he felt a whole lot better.
"You're right. We are allowed to do this." He laughed. "This feels good, in the strangest way. I feel like a kid!"
"We're all kids on the inside," she snickered as she stuck her finger in the bowl of custard and had a lick. "By the way, this stuff is really good." She said, pointing at the custard.
"Really?" He pondered aloud, staring at her.
"Yeah, you gotta try this!" She confirmed by sticking her finger back in the yellow lump and licking her finger clean afterwards while he peered at her closely.
"Seriously! It's really good," Robin assured him one more time as he still looked as taken aback as ever. Realising what he may be concerned about, she rolled her eyes. "I don't have AIDS. God, shouldn't I be the one asking if you have any type of sexually transmitted diseases? I mean, I'm not the person who's slept with half of New York City after all."
"Shut up, I'm clean." Barney stated as he dipped his finger into the bowl of custard and licking it clean. "You're right, this stuff's good." He praised her as he gave her a thumbs-up.
"Why, thank you." She smiled as she did a small curtsy and she nudged him. "Told you it was. Say… Are you free this early evening?"
He cocked his head sideways. "You know I am, why?"
She shrugged, chuckling mischievously. "Well, I mean, I can't clean this place on my own."