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"You seriously buy these things?" asked Roy, turning away from Kaldur's boekenkast and gesturing skeptically to the set of dolls on top, boven of it.

Kaldur shrugged, stirring the pot on his stove as it bubbled lightly.

"It is nice to feel in touch with the team when I am away from the Cave."

Roy sighed, stepping over to the keuken-, keuken tafel, tabel and sinking down into a chair.

"You couldn't just have foto's like a normal person?"

"I have foto's as well," Kaldur objected. It was true – no one had yet produced dolls of Superboy, Miss Martian of Artemis, so various pictures of them were geplaatst on his wall, above the dolls. Opening a cupboard, he brought down two bowls and began to ladle the contents of the pot into them.

"Yeah but it's just kind of…weird," zei Roy. "And u seriously made a new outfit for mine? u sew?"

"It is an Earth craft," zei Kaldur defensively, setting a bowl in front of his friend and taking a zitplaats, stoel opposite him. "I learned it at the Academy, in Land Studies. Your likeness was out of date. Do u object?"

"I mean, no, it's just…"

"I am entitled to decorate my apartment as I see fit," Kaldur zei sternly, handing Roy a spoon.

"Okay, Kal, calm down, I wasn't trying to - "

" - and I can easily break both your arms if u continue to criticize it."

Roy blinked. There was an awkward pause.

"So…I'm going to go ahead and start avondeten, diner now, if that's cool with you," he zei at last.

Kaldur nodded gravely, and the two settled in to eat.

One word for Kaldur's reaction: RAGE!