2nd Floor Common Room, Middle of the Night Wed/Thurs

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For the first time in nearly a week Robin felt well enough to get out and about. And regardless of the hour, he really wanted to do just that. He figured that in itself was a good sign. He'd been holed up in his bed with bottles of fruit juice, water, and a couple boxes of crackers, battling with the Flu.

He'd have preferred Chicken Pox. The Muppet Version. At least then he'd just sneeze a lot and turn into a Muppet Chicken. That was annoying, and somewhat debilitating as the sneezes tended to make you fly across the room. But it was way better than how the flu had made him feel.

But his stomach felt secure, his head was clear, and his legs, while weary, agreed to transport him far as the common room.

So, now he was here. Now what? How about some actual cold water or juice?

[Open for any night owls.]