"At least tell me how good it was, scale of 1 to 10," you say.
'Oh, it was a 10 all right," Robin say, smiling and laughing.
"And," you say, looking over at the two of them, "was she satisfied at the end?"
"Well, I think so," he says. "She was happy."
"No, I mean," you say, leaning in closer to whisper, "was she satisfied?"
Robin mouths an "Oohh...", then nods a yes, holding up four fingers.
You raise an eyebrow, questioning the unit of time.
"Minutes," Robin says before walking back to the others.
"Ahh," you say, understanding. You also walk over, rather proud of yourself for getting your girl there in only one minute.
"Dinner's ready!" Blackfire and Starfire call.
Everyone hurries over as the sisters serve up the boiled meats and vegetables. The smell of the Flernerlocks reminds you of the Blorthog celebrations you and you parents had when you were a child. Before you were forced to leave home as a child.
You start to tear up as you take a seat with Flashfire and Raven.
"Brother, what's wrong?" your sister asks. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm... just really happy," you say. "Happy that I can have a great Blorthog with family and friends." You give your sister a little side-hug before digging in.
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