woo, rock music

[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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[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."

[pandion]

"I don't wake up in the morning and say 'I think I will make offensive jokes today', I just keep riffing on anything I do start with." She sets the oven timer and puts the recipe card away.

[hold_infinity]

"Yeah," says Robin. "I'm not blaming you or anything, it's just not something I want to be laughing at, you know?"

[pandion]

"Yeah, I get it." She flops back onto the couch. "What other songs have you written?"

[hold_infinity]

"Tons, want to hear some more?"

She gets out her guitar again.

[pandion]

"Yeah!"

[hold_infinity]

Robin plays some more.

Her songs are all over the map. Some fun and cheerful, some melancholy, some angry, some just beautiful.

[pandion]

Andi listens happily, clapping at each song, singing along in places when she can learn the chorus well enough to do so - she has an untrained, serviceable voice - and then she goes and gets the muffins out. She wipes the counter clean, then upends the muffin tin onto it; twelve muffins bounce out, and she sets them upright and plates two and offers one to Robin.

[hold_infinity]

The rain of muffins makes Robin giggle. She's still giggling as she takes the offered muffin.

[pandion]

"If you take them out by hand you have to wait for them to cool," explains Andi, unwrapping her own muffin with careful little pinches too brief to leave burns.

[hold_infinity]

"And if you take them out by hand you don't get to see them bounce along like that," she says, continuing to giggle.

[pandion]

"Muffins are surprisingly bouncy!"

[hold_infinity]

Robin cracks up all over again.

[pandion]

The muffins are delicious and moist. Andi is smug.

[hold_infinity]

"These are awesome," says Robin.

[pandion]

"Thanks!"