"I'm going, nerd!," Robin shoots back. "Don't eat all the pizza without me!" She disappears into the bathroom and is relieved to see that even though the decor taste has changed, everything still works like she'd expect. The faucet is just a faucet and the water comes out hot or cold.

She doesn't feel remotely guilty about the length of shower she takes, trying to get off as much grime as possible and stealing a generous portion of Steve's soap and shampoo (she'll replace it sometime, really). A rush of cold air slips through with Steve's voice and she makes a surprised noise, flinging a handful of soap foam at him on instinct.

They are, however, comfy. Robin had known she needed a shower but she hadn't realized just how badly she needed some clean clothes too.

"Sorry about the soap."