Robin sat on the deck, engrossed in her book, as was her custom. It often seemed as though she had an unending appetite for literature, though that, of course, was an exaggeration that occasionally brought a chuckle to your lips. Her eyes lifted from the pages at the sound of your presence, and a warm smile graced her lips.

"Good morning," she greeted you, her voice carrying a soft, melodic tone. "Did you enjoy a restful slumber? I decided not to wake you up since you slept so cutely."