"And clean up your fucking mess," is the other thing Vincent mumbles at Robin as he turns to make his way carefully back out of the room. "I'm gonna eat, before it gets cold."

"Yeah," Robin answers noncommittally. A little more fidgeting, though, and his patience runs out. When a knot refuses to loosen, he drops his hands to his sides with a sigh.

"Okay, fine. Scissors it is."

And just like that, he tiptoes back through the scattered things all over the ground to pick up the large pair of scissors that had been left on the ground.