[ the shine of a shared lucid dreamscape has yet to lose its luster for robin. she doesn't remember the first time she'd meditated into the horizon of course, which eddie and steve had warned her about at least. except knowing that she wouldn't recall whatever goofball crap she got up to had made her balk at the idea.

but here, now, in the weird love child of a family video and a scoops ahoy off the side of a facsimile of a hawkin's road, she's glad she took the plunge. though it had really only been on the express condition that whatever the two of them witnessed, it would never be discussed. ever. or else.

she wanders the rows, a bit surprised that steve had been able to accurately remember so much of their stock, either on purpose or subconsciously. a few anomalies notwithstanding; one half of the display that she's looking at is entirely lined with copies of 'back to the future.' she snorts fondly, picking one of them up when eddie addresses her. ]

You're going to have to be a little more specific than that.

[ robin replaces the vhs back in its spot with all its many twins. ]

Considering our whole... situation, that's a pretty broad question.

[ she leaves the display floor to walk behind the counter, hopping up onto one of the stools behind it. she crosses her arms and leans her elbows on the counter top. she gives him one of her wry smiles. ]

So, tell me, what do you think I should be weirded out by?

[ because no one just asks that if they're expecting the recipient not to be. ]