Oh, Rose is here. /And/ Red X. Lovely. ....I’ll be in my room.

GAR— [Spits out drink.]

I think I’ll manage. Never could get a tan anyways.

Oh, /immensely/. Practically dreaming about you. [Cue an eye roll as she closes her book, setting it in front of her.] What are you even doing here, X? We’re meant to be isolating and last time I checked, you /don’t/ live here.

Full offense.

Try /annoyed/. Your own father doesn’t even scare me, so why should you? [Scoffs.] You should try meeting /my/ dad.

[She makes a face, but evidently sighs in defeat.] Fine. I’ll... stay out for a little bit.

Wait, Star— /special/ drinks? What kind of drinks are we talking about here?!

If you know what’s good for you Slade, you’ll leave on your own now while you can still /walk/.

Thaaaanks...! [She reaches to take a cup, yet hesitates, eyeing her alien friend.] Uh... Starfire? Not that I don’t trust your recipe or anything, but... It’s safe, right?

Guys, Star made us all drinks. We should try them. Together. ...justincase. please.

Hey, Garfield Logan. [A red solo cup is shoved into shapeshifter’s hands, accompanied by a forced smile and whispering just under her breath.] Drink with me. Star made it. Let’s not upset her like last time, remember?

[Pokes Garfield Logan in the shoulder. She means no harm, of course.] Hey uh, Gar? You got a minute..?

“Agreed. Unfortunately, It seems to be the only thing people can think or talk about these days.”

boo bitches .

[Stiffens, much like a surprised feline.] Ahem—Gar, remember our little talk that one time about… personal space?

[Her violet hues narrow into sharp slits, clearly unamused at the changeling’s shenanigans. A short pause before admitting defeat with an exasperated sigh and holding up a single digit.] Fine… you get ONE minute.