The snow was falling steadily, making the sky an endless shade of gray. The day was relatively calm, and Raven was taking advantage of the silence the day had provided by engaging in some pleasure reading on the couch in the common room. She was joined by Cybog, who was using this time to go over his blueprints. Both sat in relative tranquility as they enjoyed the quiet afternoon.

At least it was quiet until Beast Boy started banging around the kitchen.

"Arrruuug!" the metamorph yelled. "Where is it! Aww man… dude, this is so not cool…"

"Third shelf up on the left." Raven said, her eyes glued to her book.

The sound of Beast Boy rifling through the shelves could be heard from the couch. Oblivious, Raven turned a page in her book and continued to read.

"Huh? Hmm…Hey, you're right! Thanks Rae. Now where's..?"

"Cabinet on your right, second shelf."

"What about...?"

"Check the pantry."


"Salad drawer in the refrigerator."

"But wha…?"

"Check the lazy Susan on the counter"

"And where's…"

"Wadded up on the floor in the eastern-most corner of your room, underneath three pizza boxes and a dirty uniform, beside your nightstand."


"Oh. That… actually explains a lot."

Beast Boy, now laden with various food products and ingredients, blushed from embarrassment as he sheepishly called out, "Umm… thanks, Rae. I'll…be in my room, I guess. Later!"

Raven absently nodded as Beast Boy hurriedly left the common room, stacks of spices, tofu and various vegetables piled high in his arms.

Raven continued to read for several minutes until she distinctly felt a set of eyes boring into her. Looking up, she saw Cyborg staring at her, wide-eyed.

"What?" She asked. Her voice showing a hint of irritation.

"How'd you just do that?" Cyborg asked. "Were you reading his mind or something, 'cause that right there? That was kinda freaky."

Raven shook her head and said, "Cyborg, we've been living together for over a year. Sometimes you don't need to read the minds of your…friends… to know what they are thinking."

Raven went back to reading, her eyes practically boring holes through the pages of her book. Cyborg studied her a moment longer and smiled.

"I guess you're right… Rae."

Cyborg returned his attention to his blueprints, mindful not to acknowledge the small blush that was now on Raven's face.

Outside, the snow fell in relative silence.


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