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[pandion]

When Robin arrives on Sunday, Andi is in the front yard on a lawn chair, knotting a friendship bracelet safety-pinned to the knee of her jeans in robin's-egg blue and two shades of pink.

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"All right," says Robin. "What do I do?"

She manages to get the butter out of the freezer all by herself, at least.

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"Just microwave it - there's bowls." There are bowls, a mismatched assortment of them, where she gestures. "Don't let it explode, stir it around every once in a while - you don't cook at all, huh?"

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"I don't cook a lot," says Robin. She picks a bowl, and checks the requisite amount of butter, and puts it in the bowl, and puts the bowl in the microwave.

[pandion]

"I cook more than Bella but Mom does most of it. At Dad's we take over, he's terrible, he lives on canned soup and sandwiches when we're not there."

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Robin snorts. "Sounds terrifying."

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"He can, actually, cook fish, otherwise his house would just be this giant pile of fish with some beams and plaster in it, he goes fishing a lot. But you can't have fish all the time." She takes the butter out of the microwave, observes it to be mostly melted, calls it good, and starts mixing it with the sugar. She measures salt.

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Robin laughs. "Can't you?"

[pandion]

"Well, you'd probably, I don't know, get - scurvy? Or something?"

[hold_infinity]

"Lemon," says Robin.

[pandion]

"Okay, he does put lemon on the fish some of the time, but still, I bet you can get something if you just eat fish."

[hold_infinity]

"Probably," she concedes.

[pandion]

Andi cracks eggs, and spoons yogurt - "You wanna stir up the dry ingredients?"

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"I can do that!"

She does that.

[pandion]

Presently the two sorts of ingredients, plus a hefty scoop of chocolate chips, are combined. Andi remembers to turn the oven on. She tucks muffin papers into a muffin tin. "Soon we will have delicious muffins."

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"Best kind," Robin asserts.

[pandion]

"All other kinds of muffins are inferior. Delicious ones are the Muffin Master Race."

[hold_infinity]

Robin scrunches up her face and splutters. "I feel like I shouldn't be laughing," she giggles.

[pandion]

"Yeah, that was kind of tasteless. Just like Inferior Muffins."

[hold_infinity]

Robin sporfles.

[pandion]

"Into the - nah, I shouldn't," says Andi, smirking slightly as she puts the muffin batter, now divided into its cups, into the oven.

[hold_infinity]

Robin covers her face and groans. "Enough, no more, no joking about muffin genocide," she says.

[pandion]

"I wasn't gonna finish the joke!"

[hold_infinity]

"You started the joke. The joke was made," says Robin.

[pandion]

"Sorry."

[hold_infinity]

"It's all right."