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<br/>​</div>While Robin was a little...irate at the loss of his favorite food, there were better things to do than start some petty arguments.  Besides, he could always spike his food with a few substances to deter subsequent thefts.  That, or subsist solely on a diet of the Atlas-exclusive Kal-O-Rie bars: a thick, chewy, unsweetened mess with enough nutrients from one bar to sustain a person all day long.  Long since pulled off the market due to their unpalatable nature, Robin had cartons of the thing stored in his basement back home.<br/><br/>Maybe he could trick Nekro into taking a bite of one?  He couldn't wait to see the look on that obnoxious Faunus' face.<br/><br/>"Seriously?  All that bullshit for purely chivalrous reasons?" An irate look crossed Robin's face, mostly due to Shiro's apparent reason being more ridiculous than previously thought.  Nekro's subsequent comment erased said look completely.  Menagerie...<i>sensible</i>?  While he'd only traveled to that<i>lovely</i>island once, Menagerie somehow managed to exceed his stereotyped expectations.  Gangs of roving street children, the stench of death and garbage, drug addicts and criminals fighting in the streets, Faunus thieves and murderers left to run rampant by an impotent police force...  Truly, such a lovely and inspiring place.<br/><br/>"Menagerie is...sensible?" Robin scoffed, shrugging his shoulders a little.  "I suppose, if your sensibilities lean towards petty criminality and survival-of-the-fittest behavior."  He eyed Nekro and Akena somewhat suspiciously while he finished off the remainder of his salad.  "Speaking of petty: next time, please<i>ask</i>.  Unless you find the concept of table manners beyond the both of you: in which case I'll end up spiking or spitting in all my food as a deterrent."  With that annoying business aside, Robin reached into his pocket to retrieve one of his beloved Kal-O-Rie bars and took a large bite, smiling widely at its taste.  "Oh, apple cinnamon!  My favorite!"<br/><br/>While it may have smelled as such, it still tasted like absolute shit.<br/><br/>As their conversation turned away from the cafeteria incident, Robin continued to munch on his energy bar, nodding his head in affirmation at K's instructions.  Robin wasn't a particularly confrontational individual by nature, and could leave well enough alone.  "Don't worry, I won't waste my time," Robin responded through a heavy mouthful: his last before placing the energy bar in his back pocket.  He had no interest in picking any sort of fight, and often responded only when first confronted.<br/><br/>But such concerns were neither here nor now.  Swallowing roughly, Robin turned to look at K, giving his team leader a sharp nod.  "I could use the air.  And maybe the exercise." However, his reasoning was a bit less benevolent: he wanted to see<i>exactly </i>what K was made of, and what better way to begin his assessment?