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"Of course!" No sense in playing coy about this subject - at the slightest invitation, Robin was all over it, standing at the ready with at least six stories of her daring escapades called immediately to mind. A meeker conversation partner could have been stampeded by the sudden rush of excitement Robin displayed, pushing ahead with her favorite topic of conversation; lucky that Ellie didn't seem that sort. "All the time! Monsters, ghosts, spirits - I investigate it all! I keep records on a blog, you know, and I've got pictures and everything. Man, if you were there a few weeks ago -- God I wish I had those pictures, we met the ghost of Pecos Bill, and it was completely frickin' awesome--"

You'd think someone would get tired eventually, talking at a million miles a minute and all but bouncing where they sat. At the very least, you'd think they'd have to come up for air. But Robin seemed to have mastered the art of breathing and talking without pause, and just kept trucking on through.

"-- And I'm sort of between investigations right now, but I know this boy that I think is a robot and I'm thinking about following him around and seeing what I can learn." Finally, a break in the action, while Robin tapped her finger on her jawline. "What do you think?"

"Pfffft." With a wave of her hand, Robin dismissed all concerns. Stalking? Her? Never! She was a mischief-maker! She didn't stalk, she merely observed... obsessively... over a long period of time.

... Okay well, maybe that wasn't a convincing way to argue it. But still, she was unworried. Even if she did get caught and had such an unappealing label slapped on her forehead, it would be worth it to further the cause of investigation. "I'm a pro at this, don't worry," she declared - because Ellie, obviously, was very concerned for the pink-haired troublemaker. Clearly.

"Anyway, you should come with me one of these days! On an investigation!" If ever there was a mark of how little Robin realized the opinions of her companion, that had to be it. She was sincere - earnest, even. It wasn't quite puppy-like, that pleading look she gave Ellie, but it certainly evoked some brand of hopelessly friendly invitation. "You know, you get to get out and get some exercise, see some interesting things, head to places you don't usually go... even when it's a total wash, it's a lot of fun! And I'll bring snacks!" Even non-candy ones, just for Ellie.

There was just one problem.

Robin wasn't disappointed, or crushed. She wasn't trying to guilt-trip, or using any other sort of manipulation. No, she was just sitting there - smiling. Confident. Waiting. Why? Because she was an expert in getting people to do what she wanted. A professional. She had patience, and she had no shame; and if someone told her no, all it really meant was no, not yet.

"I guess so," she answered, her tone casual and pleasant. "For now, anyway. But you know... I don't think I got your name yet, did I?"

A musing look crossed Robin's face at this point, and impishly, she suggested, "You know... it almost sounds like you're inviting me to snoop it out. It's like you're saying, Robin, I don't have enough excitement in my life - please, find ways to make it more interesting!"

Robin rather hoped that that was what Ellie was saying, actually. Because Robin herself never had enough excitement in her life - making it herself was her little way of staying sane in a world that was too mundane for her. So why not play a little game of Rumplestiltskin? It would be an easy round, sure, but it wasn't like there were any stakes involved, so who cared!