You had noticed a trail of hands that had led to the kitchen, and even some hands snatching some food from you. Following the hand trail leads to the unsurprising findings of Robin, who is relaxed on her lawn chair, with it creaking under her weight. She was reading a book while her shades rest neatly on her head, while her clone arms were bringing more sandwiches to her, one arm sprouting from her side to feed her one. Her dress was stretched tight, showing a bit of under belly and her panties. Without looking away from her book, she knew you were there and smiled.

“Hello there, hope you don’t mind me grabbing some snacks.”