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Because winter sucks and he gets tired of reading indoors, Robin's hiding somewhere in a nice mild-rainforest-biome section of the Conservatory. Birds, butterflies, and a book full of Brothers Grimm. He's on a bench, cigarette sticking out of his mouth, even though it's probably impossibly inappropriate to smoke in a carefully-moderated biome environment.

Whatever, he doesn't care. He'll do what he wants until someone kicks him out.