Break 7: Bad Breakfast Experience.

Shadowcobra had woken up late and missed breakfast. Raven volunteered to make him breakfast herself. Ignorant towards her inability to cook, he accepts.

And now, he was regretting his decision.

"Enjoy," Raven placed the plate in front of him and smiled.

"Raven," Shadow eyed the plate in front of him, "What is this?"

"It's a pancake," Raven answered simply.

"I…see…" Shadowcobra said a bit hesitantly. On the plate in front of him was the pancake Raven had made him, or it was supposed to. The thing looked like a combination between being overdone and not cooked yet, if that was even possible. It was burnt to a crisp and the centre still looked like it needed time to cook.

Welcome Zodiac Knight Shadowcobra to your doom.

"And I thought Starfire's cooking was bad," he muttered under his breath.

"Was what that?" Raven narrowed her eyes dangerously.

"Nothing," he gulped and reached for his knife and fork. Raven smiled slightly as he began cutting a piece and putting it into his mouth. Shadow had trouble swallowing and then it happened.

His face went through a myriad of expressions and color changes. First it was red, then blue, then green, plaid, and finally he turned a few shades paler before reaching out for a glass of tomato juice and gulping it all down.

"What the bloody hell was that?" he demanded, "Are you trying to bloody poison me?" he then noticed the expression on Raven's face. He gulped, eyes wide, "Uh oh."

"Shadow…" she gritted her teeth and her eyes glowed white as her hands glowed black.

"Now luv," he swallowed, backing away, "Let's not be hasty…"

5 minutes later…

The Titans had heard the commotion and rushed into the kitchen, only to see Shadow pinned to the wall by several glowing black eating utensils, mostly knives and forks.

"Not a word," he hissed.