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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Robin laughs. "Can't you?"

[pandion]

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

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"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."

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"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."

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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.

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"I wasn't gonna finish the joke!"

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

[pandion]

"Sorry."

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"It's all right."

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"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.

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"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.