Just minutes after throwing Julius into a cell, he awoke, angry as ever.

"You can't do this!" he screamed. "Jeremy will notice I'm not checking in!"

I pulled his phone out of my boot, pursing my lips. "You know, I really don't think that's a problem," I pondered. "Clair says hi." I winked, smirking, and followed my friends out the prison. Julius roared behind us, and I heard him shift. I tensed, hearing him throwing himself against the door, but luckily, the door didn't break. I sighed, relaxing again. "So, who's ready to go food shopping?"

The guys groaned, but when reminded that I was cooking whatever they wished, they perked up. We arrived at a market, and I noticed that a lot of people gave us odd stares.

"We don't usually shop like this," Robin explained. "If one of us ever shops, it's Starfire, and she's usually by herself."

I rolled my eyes at him. "That should change," I told him, and he smiled. "Everyone grab a basket," I ordered, and grabbed one myself. "Beastboy and Raven, you're in charge of getting fruits, veggies, and your tofu stuff." Beastboy saluted, and walked off, grinning like a fool. Raven just sighed, and followed him. "Cyborg and Starfire, you guys can get the meat." Cyborg thanked me, probably glad I didn't ask Beastboy, and he and Star walked off, talking excitedly.

"What are we suppose to get?" Robin asked.

"We," I said, shoving a basket in his hand, since he failed to grab one already, "are getting everything else."

"Everything else?" he asked, not looking happy.

I nodded. "You know, like milk, breakfast stuff, sweets... Just whatever we see."

He shrugged, clearly liking this answer better than the last one.

I hummed while walking down the aisle, ignoring the odd stares I recieved. "I'm in the mood for ice cream," I thought aloud, and turned to face Robin. "What's your favorite?"

"Vanilla is fine with me," he said, shrugging.

"That's it?" I asked. "No special flavor, no addiction?" I rolled my eyes. "We're getting chocolate. No, sherbert. No..."

Robin chuckled at me. "Just get whatever you want," he advised.

I looked at the freezers longingly, with my puppy dog eyes. Finally, I grabbed the chocolate. "I remember when the first ice cream parlor opened here in America," I sighed.

Robin smiled, and shook his head while taking the ice cream carton away from me and putting it in his basket. "It sounds like a good story," he chuckled.

I shrugged. "Not really. You should've seen the papers, though. Everyone was raging about it," I said, slipping back into my memories. "We were actually there, in New York at the time."

"One of these days, me and you are going to sit down and you're just going to tell me everything that's happened since you've been alive," Robin told me, looking genuinely interested.

I blushed, looking away. "There isn't enough time to tell you everything," I laughed.

"Well, I'll ask questions, and you'll answer them," he compromised.

I giggled. "Deal," I said, sticking out my hand.

He shook it, also grinning.

I bit my lip, and cleared my throat, turning away. "Right, well, breakfast." We turned down an aisle, where we found a whole row of cereal boxes and poptarts. "I'm not a breakfast person, so this is all you," I told him.

He shrugged. "It doesn't matter to me."

I face palmed, glaring at him. "You are the worst person to shop with, ever," I told him, poking his shoulder. "Surely you can think of something."

"Just get a random box of cereal, it'll be fine," he chuckled.

I sighed. "What kind do you usually keep around the tower?" I asked him.

"Beastboy and Starfire usually choose the box with a prize," he told me.

I threw my head back with a groan. With another sigh, I grabbed the first brand of cereal I found - Coco Puffs - and threw it in my basket. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Robin snickering at me. "What now?" I huffed.

"I'm just surprised, is all," he said, turning away. To my surprise, he actually picked up a box of strawberry Pop Tarts and placed them in his basket.

Still, I knew this was going to be a long shopping trip.

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"Why do we have to help?" Beastboy asked, staring at the millions of bags in horror.

I glared. "Most of this stuff is yours and Cyborgs anyway," I told him, and he sighed. "Plus, I don't know where you guys want this stuff."

"Fine," he huffed.

"Right, well, while you guys do the unpacking," Robin started, and began edging away, "I'm gonna go do some... research." And before any of us could stop him, he dashed out the door.

"What?" Cyborg and Beastboy whined. "That's not fair!"

I rolled my eyes at them. "Just get to work, and I'll get Mr. Slacker." I calmly walked to the door, enjoying the sounds of their protests. Yes, I'm evil. But I'm a vampire; it's in my nature.

I followed the sounds of Robins heartbeat, and ended up in front of his door.

"Robin!" I yelled, pounding on the door. "Open up!"

The door opened, and I had to catch myself before I hit Robin in the face. "You know, you were supposed to help out with putting the groceries away," I scorned, and leaned against the wall.

"Well, the kitchen seemed crowded," he said, and crossed his arms.

"Crowded? The kitchen's huge," I reminded, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, I don't trust the others to be by themselves for too long."

"Hey, Krystalyn?" he asked, grabbing my arm.

"Yeah?" I asked, turning back to face him.

"Can I call you Krys?"

I laughed at his nervous expression and nodded. "Of course you can," I chuckled, and he looked relieved. "Now, come on, or the others will kill us - or each other."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (A/N) Okay guys, this update is lucky to be updated. I'm leaving early tomorrow morning to go on a choir trip to Nashville :D I can't wait!!!! Vote? Comment? Fan?