Robin, Tess, and [OPEN]
"Look, there's like a million fucking apocalypses to get ready for, gimme a goddamn minute to come up with something." Maybe Robin can fold a fitted sheet or embroider a quilt to get out of this. Those are important and useful apocalypse skills.
Robin sits down on the ground the best he can, considering his feet are stuck in a running stance, and pulls an apple and a knife out of his pocket. "You suck at being a lesbian," he says, cutting a slice, stabbing it and popping it in his mouth. "Or you just saying you wanna hear about my First Kill Knife and how it's like a lightsaber 'cause I'll tell you all about that shit."