Cookies? {M'Gann/Open?}

[Dick Grayson]

Son of man
Look to the sky

DICK GRAYSON LIKED COOKIES, there was no doubt about it. He especially liked them when they were prepared by Bruce's butler, Alfred. However, that didn't mean he only liked Alfred's. True, Alfred's cookies were a Heaven sent gift to whomever was blessed with the chance to try one, but he was open to lesser cookies. He certainly didn't mind being M'Gann's guinea pig when it came to her cooking up deserts. At least, he hadn't minded once she stopped burning them.

The Boy Wonder was currently dressed in civvies, which consisted of a red long-sleeve shirt with a black sweatshirt unzipped on top, plain denim jeans, black sneakers, and his typical dark sunglasses over his eyes. He had gotten off school early-- the only good things that came with a new psycho threatening to bomb his school --and had come straight to the Cave. He figured he'd leave it up to Bruce to figure out who was threatening the school. If the Dark Knight needed his help, he'd ask. Besides, he figured they had some investigating planned for that night's patrol.

So what could it hurt? Coming to the Cave to hand out with his friends? A bonus would be if he ran into Zatanna at the Cave, having not had the chance to ask her out on a proper date. However, he hadn't ran into her since seeing her at his school. He wanted to ask her out, but would it risk revealing his secret ID? He was still torn between telling her and not telling her. Surely Bruce would give him a lecture if he found out, and it wasn't a lecture he would look forward to hearing...

All thoughts came to a sharp halt as a smell reached his nose as he approached the kitchen. He paused, trying to figure out what the smell was. It was obviously something that had been freshly baked. A grin went onto his face as he stepped into the kitchen. "Mm, do I smell some of my favorite Martian’s cooking?" He asked as he leaned against the doorway, grinning at his friend.

Someday you’ll walk
Tall with pride

[mgann]

It was an understatement to say M'gann adored baking; there was something therapeutic about the process and progressively she had improved in the hobby. Instead of the outcome of her endeavours looking like a tray of coal, they appeared somewhat like the images in her recipe books.

Today she decided to be a bit more adventurous with her quest in confectionery, usually it would be something simple; oatmeal and raisin cookies, chocolate and vanilla cupcakes - typical comfort food. When she'd entered the kitchen with a purpose, her eyes scanned the room and landed on a Russian cookbook, stowed away and in pristine condition. She flicked through the pages until something caught her fancy and began preparing.

It wasn't often that the Cave was completely silent, the only noise was the melodic beating of the spoon in the bowl as she mixed the batter. She couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy, usually there'd be something going on, sometimes she'd hear some of the team passing through, indulging in quick conversation. She liked it when they all gathered to play video games in the living room, that was one of the few times they were allowed to just have fun and not worry about upcoming missions or the general burdens of being a 'hero.'

The timer suddenly pulled M'gann from her thoughts and when she opened the oven she was greeted with the sweet, tantalizing scent of toasted almonds and warm dough. She grinned (mainly to herself) and clapped her hands giddily, congratulating herself on her work. Being careful, she laid the biscuits out on a large plate then started to sprinkle them with icing sugar.

Hearing a familiar voice she jumped slightly, dropping the sieve of powdered sugar on the plate of biscuits. She turned to Robin and replied, "I might not be your favourite Martian for very long." She laughed nervously, looking regretfully at the small mountain of snowy sugar covering her biscuits. She wiped a hand on her forehead, trying to think about how to remedy the situation, not noticing the white streak it had left above her brow. "Ah! Wait a minute..." An idea struck her and she opened a cupboard below, digging around for that fancy platter that had caught her eye the other day. Soon enough, she had moved all the biscuits from their original plate with her telekinesis, shook them off then placed them in their new home.

"There!" She set them down on the table in front of Robin and beamed, "It's Lepeshki - a type of Russian biscuit."

[Dick Grayson]

Son of man
Look to the sky

DICK'S EYEBROWS ROSE AS he watched her drop the sugar. He felt guilt strike him for startling her on accident. He hadn't realized she wouldn't have noticed him come in. After all, he wasn't trying to be sneaky. He was walking regularly, making some noise. "Sorry about that, Miss M. Didn't mean to sneak up on you." He gave an apologetic smile and moved to help her, but she seemed to already have a plan. He paused and watched her, wondering what was going on in her telepathic mind. He didn't mind the extra sugar, but couldn't she use her telekinesis to lift it off? Perhaps that was too hard. Of course he wasn't a Martian, so he had no way of knowing.

He took a seat at the table, watching as she did use her telekinesis. As she came over, his eyes wandered to the plate. They weren't cookies... But they still looked good. He reached over and grabbed one, looking at it before taking a bite. His eyebrows shot up and he grinned at her. "Awesome! I think you might be the next Racheal Ray..." His voice trailed off as his eyes narrowed on her face behind his sunglasses. There was some white streak on her forehead. The Boy Wonder snickered slightly to himself. "Um M'Gann, you got a little..." He tapped his own forehead to show her where. "Somethin' on you."

Taking another bite, and then another, Robin soon grabbed a second biscuit. Yep, any day he'd be happy to be her guinea pig and try out her cooking. Especially since she seemed to keep on getting better and better. He doubted Bruce would approve of all the sweets, but he was at the Cave and he was only human with so much will power. He wasn't a Green Lantern; he couldn't resist a delicious sugary treat.

Someday you’ll walk
Tall with pride

[mgann]

M'gann waved her hand dismissively at Robin's apology, "It's fine, you just caught me off-guard is all." Even though she had grown accustomed to his stealthy antics there were some instances where she was surprised at his sudden and silent arrivals and departures.

When she had set her hard work down on the table, she couldn't help but smile in accomplishment. Her pride surged all the more when Robin commended her baked goods, "Really? Thanks, Robin." Her tone was laced with gratitude as she lightly blushed and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, a little at disbelief with her cooking capabilities. A thought suddenly crossed her mind and her flustered look became perturbed, "Wait, don't take another bite!" Hastily, she searched through a drawer and pulled out two napkins. In one swift move, she stretched over the table, her arm shooting out to slide the napkin under Robin's hold on the biscuit. "The last time I baked and didn't clean the table Canary showed me how intimidating she could be without even using her infamous cry," She explained in a surreptitious manner.

It wasn't long before M'gann took her seat on the opposite side of Robin's and laid her napkin down, looking forward to tasting the soft biscuit. She bit into it, a content expression on her face then glanced up when he pointed out the mark of flour on her forehead. She studied her reflection in the polished metal of the table and mentally emitted a high-pitched squeak, at least she thought the noise was only in her mind until the sound escaped her lips as well. Quickly, she brought her sleeve up and wiped the streak of powder from her brow.

With a bright grin, she turned her attention back to the boy in shades opposite her, "There, better?" After waiting for his response, she resumed in eating the lepeshki. When she was finished, she effortlessly gathered the crumbs that had escaped the vicinity of her napkin using her telekinesis, putting them in their rightful place then addressed Robin conversationally. "So how are things with you?" M'gann was well aware of the fact that he didn't talk about his personal life a lot, in fact he never seemed to let loose any information about his alter ego. But that wasn't to say they couldn't talk at all, she was fine with him answering in any way he was comfortable with.