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"You seriously buy these things?" asked Roy, turning away from Kaldur's bibliothèque and gesturing skeptically to the set of poupées on haut, retour au début 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 cuisine table, tableau and sinking down into a chair.
"You couldn't just have photos like a normal person?"
"I have photos as well," Kaldur objected. It was true – no one had yet produced poupées of Superboy, Miss Martian ou Artemis, so various pictures of them were posté 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," a dit Roy. "And toi seriously made a new outfit for mine? toi sew?"
"It is an Earth craft," a dit Kaldur defensively, setting a bowl in front of his friend and taking a siège opposite him. "I learned it at the Academy, in Land Studies. Your likeness was out of date. Do toi object?"
"I mean, no, it's just…"
"I am entitled to decorate my apartment as I see fit," Kaldur a dit sternly, handing Roy a spoon.
"Okay, Kal, calm down, I wasn't trying to - "
" - and I can easily break both your arms if toi continue to criticize it."
Roy blinked. There was an awkward pause.
"So…I'm going to go ahead and start dîner now, if that's cool with you," he a dit at last.
Kaldur nodded gravely, and the two settled in to eat.
One word for Kaldur's reaction: RAGE!