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Feeling out of sorts, Robin felt a few splashes of water ought to liven him up. He was sure the potion injected in him before should have worn off and could only guess they had decided to poison his evening meal as an extra precaution against his wiley ways. Ho ho, good luck to them. He was still standing, just...not as sturdy as usual.
Robin wandered to the nearest sink (such an amazing advance in plumbing and hygiene!) and lay down his tools for the night, with the torch shining it's light over the faucet. Robin turned the tap and placed his hands under the flow of clean water. He'd learned recently that you could control the temperature and even store the water in the sink by blocking the hole at the bottom with the appropriate doodah thingy that was on a chain. One tap ran hot, the other ran cold. Combine they could create a pool of warm.
Robin hadn't really had a chance to play in the bathroom peacefully until now...