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Steph's sitting in the rafters. Not, for once, out of any particular desire to Lurk; things are going well, lately. Just out of a vague feeling that if she doesn't spend some time up high in the shadows she'll go crazy.

Besides, she likes the rafters. They're quiet and warm and comfy - well, comfy compared to rooftops, at least - and you can see almost everything going on below.

You can take the girl out of Gotham...

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"What? Just 'cause I'm not eating your strange Earth ... things ..." Beat. "What the kriff is chocolate, anyway?"

Steph shakes herself free of the shock.

"Stay right there. Don't move. This is vital," she orders, slipping off the rafter she's been lying on and dropping lightly to the floor to run towards the bar.

Atton snorts, lying back on the rafter he's on and waiting for her.

Atton does not understand. He will be Educated!

By means of having M&Ms thrown at his head, first, and then Steph realises this is too slow and jumps from floor to booth-top to rafters to hand him a bag containing a Vast Selection of various Earth chocolates.

"Chocolate," she announces.

"Right," Atton says wryly, tossing one into his mouth. "How's Sulko, then?" He asks as he chews. It comes out a bit garbled.

"Zuko is fine, thanks for asking," Steph says, nabbing a handful of M&Ms for herself and sitting down cross-legged. Then she grins, and ducks her head. "He's great."

"Anyone given him the Long Ridiculously Threatening Monologue, yet?" Atton asks, swallowing a chocolate and grabbing a handful of M&Ms. "Either of the Long Ridiculously Threatening Monologues, that is."

"...there's more than one?"

"At least two. Probably more."

"I only know one. I tried giving it to my brother's boyfriend and we totally hate each other now though. He tried to set my head on fire."

Setting Steph's head on fire does not endear you to her, as a general rule. Unless you're Zuko, possibly.

"Wow. Touchy much?"

"Yeah, totally. Or maybe I just have a knack of pissing people off." She grins. It doesn't bother her that much.

"Seriously, what did you say to get him to set you on fire?"

"Just the usual, as far as I know!" Steph protests. "You know, hurt him and I'll hurt you, uh, I may have threatened torture, but who takes that stuff seriously? As if I'd torture anyone!"

"Y'know, just threatening to beat him up would've worked fine," Atton grins. "Maybe he didn't expect it," Blink. "Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever got a Long Ridiculously Threatening Monologue for years now."

"Well, he is this big general type, so being threatened by a five foot five teenager might not have sat so well with him," she admits, grinning. "But that's what the whole point of being a Robin is. We're bright and cheerful, so they never expect it when we kick ass."

"Yeah, generals don't take well to being threatened by short teenage girls," Atton laughs. "Damages their ego and then they have to go scream at people and it all gets very messy."

"Military types and their fragile egos." Steph grins. "You say that like you've got experience."

"I was in a war, a long, long time ago," Atton says, quietly, and with a slightly smaller grin, but relatively cheerful still. "And saying that makes me feel old and grey."

"Well, you are pretty old," Steph points out, with a hint of a smirk. "I mean, you're not as old as Indy, but you're still old."

"I'm only thirty!" Atton protests, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not old. I'm young and ... young-ish and stuff."

Steph nods sympathetically. "Old."

"I'm not old!"

Steph just laughs at him.

Man, guys are so touchy when they're getting older. Maybe it's an early onset of senility or something.

Atton sits and looks sulky at her, complete with accusing glares and occasionally 'hmph' noises.