Robin, Tess, and [it's 5 AM no one is coming to save them]
Whatever Tess, you should always have confidence in Robin’s skills. Not his skills in evading mutant mistletoe, apparently, but the ones that actually exist. Like making knives, and throwing knives, and field dressing wounds sustained from handmade knives being thrown. But whatever, if Tess wants to doubt him and also not talk about knives, then that’s her own damn fault.
“I wasn’t fucking weird,” Robin says, knowing full fucking well that he was being weird, “you were fucking weird, stop calling me weird.” He stabs another apple slice and continues through a full mouth, because once Robin has started being weird, he doesn’t know how to stop. “Shit I was just bein’ hypothetical and shit, stop talkin’ ‘bout it.”