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Who: Stephanie Brown, Erik Lehnsherr and Raven Darkholme. Open to anyone who would feasibly be in the X-Mansion. Or who has a very strong affinity for Jello.
What: Apparently there weren't many flavors of Jello in the sixties. Steph finds this terribly tragic and decides to educate Raven.
Where: The X-Mansion kitchen.
When: After these shenanigans.
Rating: It's Jello. Unless people start wrestling, it shouldn't be too high.
Status: In progress.

Steph looked around the kitchen, then at her partner in crime, smiling at the fruits of their labors. Or...wiggly, vaguely fruit-flavored snacks of their labors. Same thing. "So," she said thoughtfully, sitting on the counter and poking at one of the many bowls of Jello with a spoon, "we've basically just made twenty batches of Jello. I feel strangely accomplished. How 'bout you?" And hey, who wouldn't feel a sense of accomplishment after making that much Jello? It was pretty freaking impressive as far as she was concerned. She personally liked to think that Barbara would be very proud if she could see her now. Well, maybe. It was equally likely that she would roll her eyes and facepalm. That was a frequent reaction from Barbara to her actions. She picked up the Berry Blue Jello in one hand and the Watermelon with the other, and held them up next to her friend. "Hey!" she said. "They kinda match. The Lemon goes with your eyes, but I don't have three hands."

"Now," she said with a grin, setting the two bowls back on the counter, "we get to the important question. Margarita, Piña Colada or Strawberry Daquiri?" She paused a moment. "And now I sound like a Jello alcoholic...I bet they don't have support groups for that." She looked around the kitchen again. "So you grew up in this place? What was that like? I mean...was it weird, living in a museum?" Because that was how the house kind of made her feel, minus the Jello Land currently occupying the kitchen. For all the ways she had felt rejected by Bruce over the years, she was glad he had never tried to adopt her. She couldn't imagine living in the Wayne manor. "Nevermind," she said, shaking her head. "Come on. We have a lot of Jello to work through." She looked at the massive amount of wiggly food around them, then back at Raven. "Do you think anyone would help us with this?" Because, while it was entirely conceivable that they could manage it themselves, it was still twenty different flavors of Jello.