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[unkindnessof]

[Hay BeastBoy, Robin... remember that time Raven made pancakes? Well, as you wake up today and go about your daily morning routine (such as getting out of bed), you'll notice a distinctly homey smell in the apartment: that of warm confections baking in the oven. ... except, it also smells kind of like something burned... or maybe exploded at some

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[compactcrucifix]

Edible?

[unkindnessof]

Try for yourself.

[compactcrucifix]

That's a lot of trust, Raven.

Probably better than Carl's. We're still scraping cake off the walls.

[unkindnessof]

And what is that supposed to mean?

Yeah? How about you?

[compactcrucifix]

[so snarking] I'd trust you with my life, but food poisoning's a bad way to die.

I wasn't cursed. If I was, I think it'd be something like this.

[unkindnessof]

Hey, I resent that remark. Besides, don't tell me you can't handle a little cake?

... with the heart and all? [I'll see your snark and raise it!]

[compactcrucifix]

Can't refuse a challenge like that, and you know it.

...You don't want the heart?

[unkindnessof]

Maybe. Carl ate them.

Cake is cake is cake, right?