Beast Boy hummed happily as he rummaged through the kitchen, collecting several items. Once he was done he placed them on kitchen island counter top: a plate, one of those fancy, new, super sharp ceramic knives that Cyborg added to his collection, a single Roma tomato, a head of lettuce, a loaf of bread, some vegan mayonnaise and a still shrink wrapped cube of tofu, which he cut open with the knife.
Cyborg was sitting on the couch playing a video game. Without turning around, he shouted out to his green buddy.
"You'd better not be getting any of that disgusting tofu on my brand new Kyocera knife."
"Relax, chrome dome, I'll wash it."
"Which means I'll have to wash it a second time, evergreen."
"Very funny, bucket head."
Beast Boy proceeded to slice the tomato, lettuce and tofu, after which he proceeded to assemble his sandwich. He then proceeded to wash the knife very diligently.
"See, Cy? It's clean." He said as he waved the now immaculately clean knife.
"I'll be the judge of that. Just leave it on the counter."
Beast Boy ignored his veiled put down, heading back to the fridge, from where he retrieved a olive. He skewered a toothpick through it and poked it onto the top of the sandwich. He puffed his chest out.
"And that, ladies and gents, is how you make a perfect tofu, lettuce and tomato sandwich."
Cyborg sniffed the air and turned around.
"An olive.?Your sandwiches are already disgusting, so you put a gross olive on it? Like that's gonna make it any better."
Gar grabbed a can of root beer and headed for the common room exit.
"You don't know what you're missing." He retorted as the door swished shut behind him
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The changeling was on his way to his room, where he would be able to consume his culinary masterpiece without having to enduring any taunts from the Tower's resident carnivore. As he walked past the bathroom he shared with Raven, he heard an unmistakable buzzing sound. He stopped in his tracks, with a puzzled look on his face. He paused and continued to listen to the electric shaver through the closed door. He then knocked on the door.
"Hey Robin, what are doing in my bathroom? Raven always gives me grief for not keeping it clean, I don't wanna get blamed for any mess you make, and I don't wanna have clean up after you either."
There was no response and the electric shaver continued to hum away. He pounded on door again, much harder this time.
"Rob! Can you hear me?"
The buzzing stopped and a moment later the door opened, revealing a very cross looking Raven.
"What. Do. You. Want?" She hissed at him in a very clipped tone.
At first he looked completely confused. Then he leaned forward and examined her face.
"What are you doing?"
"I didn't know you shaved. I guess you are a half demon, after all. I never would have guessed that …"
"I'M A GIRL! I DON'T HAVE A BEARD AND I DON"T SHAVE MY FACE!"
"Oh ...sorry … so, what do you shave?"
Raven heaved an exasperation laden sigh.
"I shave my legs, you moron! What else would I shave?"
"Oh yeah … duh … but; I've never heard you shave before."
Her expression softened.
"I only started shaving recently. I was using a blade at first, but I kept cutting myself. So I asked Cyborg to get me an electric shaver." She showed him the shaver. One of his eyebrows arced as he looked at it. He then knelt and looked at her legs.
"It works great, you legs look awesome."
She wrapped her cape around herself. "Will you knock it off?!"
He got up and stepped back.
"Heh, heh … sorry."
"The things you say. Sometimes I think you were raised in a barn."
A mischievous grin appeared on his face. "Rave, do you shave, you know, anywhere else? Like your armpits or … you know where?"
Raven exploded.
"How dare you ask me that!? It's none of your business and neither is how or where I use my shaver! I can't believe ..."
"Actually, that's my shaver."
She stopped dead in the middle of her rant.
"What did you say?"
"Is there another shaver on the counter?"
Raven turned an looked. There was none.
"No. But I've never seen one in the bathroom before. Are you sure it's not mine?"
"That's not a lady's shaver, I'm sure that's what Chrome Dome ordered for you. I usually keep mine in my room, but I forgot and left it in the bathroom today."
Raven turned around, putting the shaver down. She looked at her crotch in the mirror and turned beet red.
"Gar, I'm so sorry! I'll get you a new one, I promise."
She then bolted past him and ran to her room.
"I guess she won't be coming back out for the rest of the day." He chuckled to himself. "It's a good thing I didn't mention that small tuft of hair I noticed poking out yesterday from her crotch when we fought the Hive. I guess I'm not as stupid as I look."
He then picked up the shaver and removed the blade foil assembly, which revealed a violet, pulverized residue. He opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a small ziplock bag, into which he dumped the violet remains of Raven's shavings. He smiled and put the bag into his pocket. He then went to his room and ate his sandwich, which in his opinion was one of the best one he ever made.
Years later, after they were married, Raven found the bag in his sock drawer and asked him why he had it. It was one of the best explanations he ever came up with. Not that she bought it for a second.
THE END