Robin sneaked into the apartment, greeting the dogs lounging about in the living room and giving them all quiet kisses and scritches before tiptoeing down the hall into the bedroom. She smiled a little, because of course he was already asleep, and changed quickly before sliding into bed and curling up. "Hey you."

If he didn't wake up, she'd deal, but he usually did when she crawled in bed on Thursday nights.

Robin was doing important things today in her office.

Important things being testing whether she had filters up in the internet due to it being a workplace and all (she didn't want to look at anything dirty! She was just curious!), and also Googling "randomly waking up six for a weekend."

She wasn't having much luck with that last one.

[open door, etc.etc.]

When Robin drowsily glanced at the clock and saw what time it was, she groaned softly and burrowed closer to the other body in the bed with her.

Somewhere in her hazy, sleepy mind, it registered that that wasn't a very piratey groan.

"...hello? Oh hey!" And now she was poking Fraser's arm. "Benton, I don't talk like a pirate anymore. Wake up!"

[for he who makes her think she can fly when she holds his hand.]

Robin was getting over the excitement of actually having an office, inasmuch as how today she had bigger things to worry about. What with how her wardrobe consisted of twirly long skirts and dresses, puffy weird blouses, and lace-up corsetty bodice things that'd put her Wonderbras to shame, and all.

And, of course, a hat. Robin was sorry for ever telling Marshall he looked like a gay pirate that one time.

Today's task, pirate clothing aside, was installing a mini fridge. So the door was open, and Robin was stocking her new little fridge with, unfortunately, non-alcoholic drinks.

[open, though I'll be in and out all day!]

So, tomorrow I am copying laidanegg and getting my wisdom teeth yanked. I should be around...ish, but I wouldn't rely on me for anything. Especially since my typing will guhiuprobablyj lookh llIKED htis.

I hope to be around and more coherent by Friday at the latest. Now, y'all have to comment and reassure me that this isn't as scary as I'm anticipating it to be.

Robin had an office! She had pretty much never had one before, not even at Metro News 1 (though she did have a makeup chair there, which was sadly lacking here.)

And the best part was that it was warm. It was warm and wonderful and not freezing cold anymore -- but then there was also the factor that the humidity wasn't going to agree with her looking pretty for very long.

Which was why Robin, with her hair uncharacteristically up for once, was setting up a standing fan in her office, and willing the chocolate she'd found under a stapler (with an X on it -- weird) not to melt. And of course the door was open. It was too hot to think of doing anything else.

[Open office hours are open.]

Robin had gotten home earlier than Benton, and while she had pondered waiting for him, she had wanted to get home and check on the boys.

Which was why Robin was stretched out on the couch with dogs curled up on her and around her, and a beer in her hand while she watched TV.

[for that one guy who expresses gratitude eleemosynarily. I GOT BORED, LOOK IT UP. Even if it doesn't exactly translate as a synonym. Shh, I really just wanted to use my word of the day.]

Robin had always wanted to travel, of course. That was, after all, why she and Ted had broken up. So when the island started moving around, she was in heaven -- it was a vacation she didn't have to pack for!

At least, it was fun as long as they were on tropical islands and near France and all. This new place...not so much with being her favorite, thus far.

But, she reminded herself, she was Canadian. It wasn't like she wasn't used to cold. Besides, how bad could it be? They even had a dog who could keep them from dying or whatever.

And she'd gotten more clothes out of this agreement. She had a lovely, enormous baby blue down jacket, a couple of sweaters (again, sooooo grateful she hadn't actually gotten Benton that Dior sweater, because this would be where he'd wear it), and god help her if her friends ever heard about this, but there was thermal underwear involved, too. Yeah. Not to mention the thick socks and the huge -- if cute -- snowboots, and the little hat wreaking havoc with her hair. And the gloves.

She looked, she supposed, as cute as one could look in Antarctica without being a penguin.

"You really think we should camp in this?" she asked, not for the first time.

[for the only person insane enough to think this is a good idea. and his dog.]

Okay, so it had almost been a week, and Robin was able to deal with her arms being a little scratched by now. She had more important things to deal with, such as her boyfriend totally cutting her off on the basis of "not hurting her" or whatever (pff, like they would tear those stitches. Tiny Barney had done a good job. She was pretty sure they'd be fine.) So, no sex, and also no booze, because for some reason she was dating a mean person who actually cared about her health.

So she was spending Friday night occupying her time with better things, like trying on her dress for the wedding they were going to the next day, and consulting with her dogs. "Think it makes me look fat?"

Popcorn tried to leap on one of her shoes, until she carefully set him on the bed so he could curl up with a few of the older dogs, who were staring at her in such a way that Robin, who understood her dogs, interpreted to mean that no, she did not look fat.

[for the Canadian gentleman in red. No, Deadpool, not you.]

Robin had gotten some voicemails. She really ought to be used to this by now, but it had been kind of awhile since he'd done anything like that. Stupid Victoria.

But anyway, the point was that she'd gotten them, and she was, consequently, in quite a mood. So, she made a point to take the dogs out and get them settled before he got home, and casually sat down to watch some TV. Not that she was really concentrating.

[for the ancient man who shares her apartment omg.]

Robin was bored, and trying to think of something cute to do. There wasn't anything on TV except terrifying Animal Planet shows (cobras trying to eat little meerkats!), so Robin broke out her laptop and googled.

"Good lord, staying home and curling up with the crossword? Um, hello, twenty-eight, not seventy-billion. At least for one of us," she said, frowning sternly at the screen.

[for that elderly gentleman who sleeps in her bed.]

Robin had helped pitch the tent this time! And not even in a dirty way. She was insanely proud of herself for this. Granted, "helping" involved planting some stakes and then watching Benton do the rest while she played with the dogs, but psh, details.

For some reason, she was better with this kind of camping than the kind back in January. Maybe it was that it was warm. Maybe it was that it was on the beach. Maybe it was that there were adorable flip-flops on her feet, a cute little sundress on the rest of her, and there was no danger of poison ivy or anything.

It was probably a combination of all of the above.

"It's pretty here," she noted, lying on her back and scritching Popcorn's ears as Sprinkles lay across her legs, once they were all settled in and fed and so forth.

[for the man and the dogs, zomg.]

Another entirely uninteresting evening had passed in the Scherbatsky-Fraser combined household. There had been food, there had been talking, there had even been a little cute snuggling on the couch with the dogs.

What there had not been, for some reason, was underwear. At least for Robin. And he hadn't said anything so she kind of thought that maybe he had hidden it? Which seemed somewhat out of character for Benton but maybe he was trying to be seductive in some bizarre way.

But she wasn't going to mention her commando-ness until he said something. He clearly had some kind of plan or something. At least, she wasn't going to say anything until she wandered into the kitchen to make herself a drink, reached into the freezer to grab the last of her vodka (there was probably wasn't even enough for a martini in there, but she didn't care) and pulled out a bottle with several pairs of her panties shoved into it.

"...what the hell?"

[for he who is suspected of underwear theft.]

Robin was in heaven, No, seriously. She'd always wanted to go to Paris, and she was here. She'd been to Dior and she'd actually bought something (though she was being a very smart girlfriend and not telling Fraser how much the items in the bags she'd foisted off on him actually cost.) They'd hit quite a few of the major landmarks, and though her shoes weren't exactly sensible (hey, cute or not, there was no way she was wearing those hiking boots in freaking Paris), her feet didn't hurt too bad. And now they were back to the Champs-Elysées headed towards the Arc de Triomphe, which Robin thought was even more beautiful at night.

Plus, she could finally say that her Canadianism had done something productive for her. Being nearly bilingual had been beneficial over the course of the day, as had being able to say they weren't American.

Robin was, in her opinion, being a very good girlfriend. She owed Benton a date, ergo, she'd actually done some research for what he would like to do, rather than whisking them off to Paris (though she was totally going to beg him to go with her at some point.)

No, instead she'd spent the better part of the morning looking at walking and hiking tours in Normandy, and found a nice one that took them on the beach and up the cliffs. So there. And she even brought a little backpack with food and wine and it pretty much turned out that she could plan dates and not always rely on the guy and also she could be romantic, or at least pick out things and not fail at life.

"So do you think this fulfills my end of the bet?" she asked. "Even though we're not in Greece anymore?"

[for that older gentleman she's been seeing.]

Given that Barney had taken care of the dogs, Robin felt that she owed him something. And she wasn't offering him the opportunity to choose what he got in thanks, because it was just better that that he not be allowed to offer suggestions.

Besides, she figured he'd like this better, anyway.

As such, Robin found herself knocking on the door to the place he lived (with the Cougar! How had he not hit that yet?) with a little bag in one hand.

[for the bro, or any housemates who'd like to run into her. :)]

Robin hadn't stopped smiling since she found out they were in Greece. And of course, today had been spent exploring, and shopping (okay, a little more of the latter than the former but that was mainly because she felt she had to be properly outfitted if they were going to be there awhile.) And it was almost too bad that Robin didn't speak a word of Greek, but that issue had resolved itself as well.

"Hey, how do you say swimsuit in Greek?"

[for the guy she's making carry all the bags. nfb since it's off-island!]

Robin put Popcorn down after carefully attaching the last note, and then went into the bedroom to change.

Once that was taken care of, she also grabbed one of Benton's shirts, slung that on so he wouldn't be able to see what she was wearing and, as an afterthought, quickly attached his actual present to her leg via garter.

And then she covered up, and curled up on the bed to read while she waited. Hopefully Barney wouldn't keep him too long.

[for the birthday boy man old man senior citizen]