cloned | The big meet-up of doom!

"Just demonstrating how unboring TTK is," Kon said, smirking. "And ugh, no thanks. No idea how you guys can like that stuff." He made a face. "You got any orange juice by any chance?"

"I don't understand how you don't," Tim replied, popping the tab to his own can.

Bernard laughed, taking a swig of his drink. "I agree with Tim on this one," he said. "How can you not like a diabetes-inducing fake-grape flavored carbonated beverage?"

He opened the fridge again. "Of course we have orange juice, babe," he said, sticking his arm in the fridge. "My mom's a health nut."

"Cause I'm not insane," Kon said. "Ugh. Fake grape sucks. I like OJ, though. Good juice."

Tim wrinkled his nose. "Grape juice is better. I've always detested oranges."

Bernard chuckled, taking a sip of Kon's orange juice before handing it to him. "Delicious," he said.

"You're a weird kid, Tim," he said, shaking his head in mock-exasperation. "Oranges are tasty."

"He really is," Kon said, shaking his head. "You and grapes."

He took a gulp of orange juice. "Yum."

Tim shrugged easily. "I know. Tim Drake: weird kid extraordinaire. I've come to accept it over the years. And grapes are tasty. Real and fake."

Bernard grinned, nudging Kon's hip with his own. "See?" he asked smugly. "Toldja so."

Kon put an arm over Bernard and kissed his cheek. "Didn't disbelieve you for a minute," he said, smirking at Tim.

"You've been telling stories about me," Tim complained mildly. "I think I'm a little put out. I hope some of them were good."

Bernard turned to kiss Kon properly and wrinkled his nose. "Ew," he said. "Grape soda and orange juice do not mix." He looked sadly down at his can of Zesti, but didn't put it down.

Lacing his fingers with Kon's, he smiled fondly at Tim. "Of course there were a few good ones, Tim," he said. "Even though some of the ones about how you were really dorky and a little paranoid were true..."

"Ugh, you're right," Kon said. "This is tragic. Kept apart by drinks."

He grinned. "Yeah, Bernard lead me to believe you were some kind of master-knitter. Something about making a hat to win Bernard's love?"

Tim grimaced and gave Bernard an incredulous look. "Master knitter? Really." He shook his head. "No. Bernard was waxing philosophical about my apparent ability to do everything, and suggested that I crochet--there's a difference--him a hat. I told him I didn't know how, but that I would learn under certain conditions."

Bernard snickered. "Hey, I tried to clarify for him, he just didn't listen."

"Let's move this to somewhere more comfortable," he suggested, heading out into the living room where there were couches and other such comfortable things.

"Your mom around?" Kon asked, glancing around as he followed Bernard.

Tim raised an eyebrow at Kon, giving his a slight smirk. "What, because you really want to have the nice long archaeology chat?"

Bernard rolled his eyes. "No, because he wants to pretend he's not checking her out." He turned, walking backwards and pointing a threatening finger in Kon's direction. "I know how you work, young man," he said, winking.

"No idea what you're talking about," Kon said, faking innocence. "I'm just very interested in archeology."

"Really?" Tim looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "And which discipline do you find most interesting, Kon? Personally, I'm fascinated by forensic archaeology, though I realize it's a it morbid."

Bernard grinned, slinging an arm over Tim's shoulders. "I agree, Drake," he said. "Forensic archeology is fascinating, but I've always been fond of Military Archeology. Fascinating stuff."

Kon smirked. "I like bodacious archaeology," he said smugly. "I could just ponder over it for hours."

Tim heaved a long-suffering sigh and gave Kon a withering look. "Really. You can do better than that."

Bernard laughed, striking a pose and skimming a hand down his admittedly not bodacious side. "What, like me?" he asked, smirking.

Kon glared at them. "I hate you both," he said.

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