Who: Robin & Ishiah Where: Robin's Their place When: After the most recent bout of crazy 'round these parts. Warnings: Possible, will update if necessary.
It had been well over a week since Robin's clothes had stopped randomly disappearing, though that didn't mean he was actually wearing any, especially around the house. Though, to be fair, he was wearing an apron, but mostly that was to prevent bacon grease burns anywhere that he wouldn't want them. Actually, more surprising than the apron was the fact that Robin was cooking, and, apparently, knew what he was doing with all the shiny new appliances in the nearly-spotless kitchen.
The coffee was already brewed, eggs poaching while he shifted the bacon from the pan to a rack covered in paper towels deftly, humming quietly to himself as he worked. He hadn't made the crepes from scratch, but only because he knew he would invariably burn them, and besides, the restaurant down the street not only made them better than he would, they also delivered, and he was perfectly capable of sifting sugar and zesting lemons himself.