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You kidding? Of course we are.

Even if you aren't a fan of my totally Shakespearean plotting.

Okay, no. Your plan is way more Ten Things I Hate About You than it is Taming of the Shrew.

Look, you can't fault a guy for trying.

[ His voice is light, but he sounds genuine. He just wants things to be okay. ]

Yeah? Just watch me.

[But she is totally kidding.]

So, what are we doing for our "date"?

You wanna scope out the beach up at Cape Canaveral? Maybe check out the tacky tourist shops by the boardwalk?

[Long walks on the beach? What kind of movies has he been watching, lately?]

Okay, sure. Buy me a snow cone and I'll even hold your hand.

Ha! You're on.

Sooo, when are you free?

Well, I don't know... I mean, my social calendar is pretty full...

[Lies, all lies. Though she did sneakily sneak off and do motorcycle things with Annie in Nonah. It's just a little bit leaving town, so it doesn't count.]

There's gotta be one slot free on your dance card.

I can probably fit you in between now and whenever.

Might have to make it whenever-thirty...

Oh, so now you play hard to get.

You like it.

Whatever, Boy Wonder. Let's just do this if we're gonna do it.

Like, now? Because I can do now.

Now is fine. Want me to come by your place? Seeing as I totally know where you live now and all.

[Except she doesn't know that Wally lives there too, so....]

[ THAT'S DANGEROUS ON SO MANY LEVELS ]

... Uh, you could, but— why don't I pick you up instead? I can show you the awesome moped they gave me for the hero stuff I did.

[Cue indignation.]

They gave you a moped?! You don't even have a license!

[Not that this has stopped her from borrowing military motorcycles.]

Hey, if I'm old enough to be kidnapped and drafted into the Cold War, I'm apparently old enough to drive a moped.

Kinda lame compared to my motorcycle back home, but I'll take it.

Right? The motorcycles here are clunkers.

[Yep, that's what happens when you don't have billionaire mentors to fund your teenage super heroics.]

Okay, give me a minute to get ready.

[And by "get ready" she means "put on something that I haven't been wearing for more than 48 hours" don't get excited.]

Be there in 20.

[ click. ]

[ And in 20 minutes on the dot, Robin's outside her house on his little red moped, in a too-fitted black t-shirt and man-capris that show off his impressively scrawny legs. Honk honk. ]

[Artemis is sitting on the steps out front in a green sundress. Hey, it was clean.

Her head jerks up at the sound of the horn.]

Alright, alright, I'm here!

[She gets up and takes in the vision that is Robin in manpris on a moped.]

Wow. I just... wow. Nice bike.

[Actually, Artemis is kind of jealous. Though of course she would have preferred something in green.]

[ He wasn't expecting the dress. It's surprising, but it works on her, and that's somehow even more surprising. Robin smiles a little sheepishly — wait, this isn't a date, right? — before he just laughs it off. ]

Ha! Total babe magnet, right?

[ Not even close, and he knows it. It's really dorky, actually, but it'll get them from point A to point B. ]

[It was clean, that's all. Which is a pretty good indication of how often she wears it, since she hasn't done laundry in a while.]

Careful, you're starting to sound like--

{Aaaaaand, we're just going to skip that punchline.]

So... Robin... how fast does this thing go?

[ Yes let's just dodge that ginger bullet, please. ]

I got it up to 60 once! Blazing speed. Exciting, I know. You wanna drive?

[ He's not sure who clinging to who is gonna be more awkward, so he figures he'll let her pick. ]

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