...So…yeeaaahhh…this happened. Uhh…enjoy?

. . .

. . .

"Ruby! Ruby, where'd you go?!"

Yang slowed to a stop as she placed her hands on her knees with labored breaths. Not even five minutes into the team's impromptu trip into Vale and her sister vanishes like the hyper-energetic child she is. Evident from the scattered rose petals that gently floated to the ground, it was obvious that she used her Semblance, and due to that, Yang knew that she wouldn't be able to catch up to her sister.

"Damn it, Ruby," Yang groaned, wiping away the sweat that threatened to roll down her cheek.

She checked her scroll in hopes that one of her teammates caught up with her, but there weren't any new notifications on her screen. Letting out a tired sigh, she sent Ruby another message before pocketing it and jogging down the near-empty street once more.

It wasn't exactly strange for one of Vale's streets to be scarce with people, especially at this hour. In fact, roughly sixty percent of Vale was far less traveled than the main streets. Most of Vale's population ventured around the main streets that were near the center of Vale, and Yang was a few streets south from said populated area. Not that it was shady or anything. It looked just like the main streets and almost felt like it too. The only thing it lacked were the bright signs of stores and the crowds that seemed to breathe down your neck wherever you walked.

When she was nearing the end of her current block, she heard a loud crash from around the corner alongside a yelp. She quickly turned a corner just in time to see a hooded man in a black cloak vanish beneath a stack of crates.

"Oh no," Yang gasped and sprinted over to the fallen pile of crates. Before she could even lift one of the boxes to check if the man was okay, she heard a slightly irritated sigh escape his mouth.

"Fuuuu- " A few of the crates moved as the man pushed them aside. "Gods damned son of a motherf… I just pulled a Morgan, only this wasn't Tomestackers."

He froze the moment he noticed Yang. For what seemed like an eternity, the two stared at one another. Yang couldn't see much beneath his hood, only his chin and mouth. His eyes were covered, but Yang got the strange feeling that he could see her just fine. The hood made him look a little suspicious, not unlike a criminal, but if the man was a criminal, and the crates contained illegal items, the man was doing a very poor job at being a criminal.

"Hello there," the man suddenly said. "How are you doing on this fine day?"

"I'm doing alright. Could be better if it wasn't for my sister running around like a - wait, no!" Yang exasperatedly shook her head. The man's nonchalant greeting threw her for a loop, making her forget that a pile of heavy crates fell on the man just seconds prior. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

The man laughed. It was gentle and warm, reminding Yang of her father. And Summer.

"I'm quite alright, thank you for asking," the man smiled. "I've had worse things happen than a stack of crates fall on top of me."

As if to prove his point, the man easily pushed off two crates that were on his legs and pushed himself to his feet. Dusting himself off, he stared at the pile of crates for a few seconds before sighing. It wasn't a sigh out of annoyance nor was it one of anger. Yang heard those two types of sighs more than enough times in her life. The one that the man just let out was more the sigh that her father would make when Zwei did something that was…Zwei-like. Sort of like a 'Not this again' sigh.

And then it just occurred to her that the man was most likely moving these crates to and from some place.

"Do you…uhh…" Yang gestured at the pile with her hand. "Need some help with all that?"

The man paused for a fraction of a second before smiling again. The man seemed to like smiling. Yang made it a habit to not trust people who smiled too much. More often than not, those smiles would be fake, plastered on just to sway their victims over to their side, or to make them do what they want. But this man was different. Yang couldn't really place it, but his smiles felt…genuine. Then again, she couldn't see his eyes, and it was the eyes that would make or break a smile.

"While appreciated, don't you have a sister to find?" the man inquired.

Yang almost facepalmed. How could she have forgotten about Ruby? Yang knew that her sister could handle herself. A normal civilian couldn't hold a candle to a huntsman, even if Ruby was in training, but she was still her sister. And Yang made a promise to herself to never let Ruby get hurt.

Then, as if it was a stroke of good luck, her scroll vibrated in her pocket. She saw the portrait of Blake on her screen before answering.

"Blake! Did you find Ruby?!"

"Mhm. She was in a Dust shop. 'Guns n' Roses', I think it was called," Blake replied in her usual calm tone, and Yang let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She should've figured that Ruby would've visited a weapons shop.

"Sorry, Yang!" Ruby's voice made it through Blake's scroll, most likely from her yelling and hurting Blake's poor ears.

"Where are you?" Blake asked Yang. "If you're close, we can go to you."

"Yeah, I'm at…uhh…" Yang looked around for the name of the street.

"13th and Hamlet Road."

"I'm on 13th and - " Yang paused, staring at the man in front of her. She hadn't expected him to have been paying attention to her talk through her scroll. He just gave her a playful wave before stacking his crates back up.

"Yang?" There was a hint of concern in Blake's voice. "Who was that?"

"Just some random guy I met," Yang answered, giving the man a quick nod of thanks. "I'm on 13th and Hamlet Road."

"Alright. Ruby and I aren't too far away," Blake said. "I'll call Weiss and we'll meet you there."

"See you girls soon."

Ending the call, Yang put her scroll back into her pocket.

"Hey, so my friends are coming - " Yang stopped talking when she noticed that she was speaking to the crates. And just the crates. No hooded man in sight. "What the… Where did he go?" she wondered aloud.

The chime of a bell drew her attention. The man was walking out from one of the buildings, specifically, the building that had all the crates in front of it. Without a word, the man picked up a large stack of crates before heading inside. Yang silently admired how smoothly the man moved while balancing a stack of boxes in his hands.

That is until the topmost crate hit the door frame.

"Ah…not good…" the man muttered in defeat.

Yang watched in awe how comically the stack of boxes fell apart and crashed down on the man. He made an attempt to catch them, failed, and promptly vanished underneath the pile of crates once more with a resounding thud.

"Soooo…" The man sheepishly looked up at her while lying down on the ground. "If you're still offering, I would greatly appreciate some help with these boxes."

. . .

Not even ten minutes later, Yang placed the last of the boxes down onto the floor.

"Whew! What's in those things?" Yang panted, fanning herself.

Yang was by no means weak. She was confident enough to say that she was one of the top students in Beacon when it came to physical strength, yet a few stacks of these crates gave her a workout. She'd be feeling it in the morning, Aura healing or not.

"Just a few things to settle in," the man said, placing his stack of crates down as if they were weightless. He then tilted his head when he saw Yang fanning herself. "Hot?"

"Well, thanks for the compliment," Yang cheekily replied. "Though, you'll have to try a bit harder than that."

"Hm. Indeed," the man lightheartedly chuckled.

He flicked his wrist before walking over to a switch on a wall. A draft suddenly flew into the room even before the man flipped the switch, and despite the only door into the building being closed, but Yang wasn't complaining. She basked in the wind, letting it cool her off.

Now that Yang wasn't lugging heavy boxes back and forth, she took the time to look around the room she was in. There were a few wooden tables and chairs evenly spaced out around the room and a few more chairs by the counter. There was an espresso machine a little further down, and behind the ebony counter was a tall shelf with a door leading further into the building.

But, other than that, there was almost nothing else. The walls were barren, the shelves were empty, and there were no decorations to be seen anywhere. Even the large blackboards that were hanging up on the wall were blank.

'He did say that those were for settling in,' Yang thought to herself, eyeing the crates.

Her scroll buzzed in her pocket. Taking it out of her pocket, she saw the goofy face of her little sister. She picked up the call with a small smile on her face.

"Hey, Rubes," Yang casually said. "Where you at?"

"That's what I was gonna ask you!" Ruby huffed. "We're at 13th and Ham Road - "

"Hamlet Road, Ruby, not Ham."

"I said that, Weiss," Ruby quickly said, ignoring Weiss' comment from the background. "Anyways, Yang, we're at the place you said, but don't see you. Where are you?"

Yang looked out the window and smirked. "Look to your left, Rubes."

"Left? Uh…I don't see - OH! I see you!"

Yang waved through the window, perfectly visible from the street. Her sister cheerfully waved back and ran into the building while Blake and Weiss calmly walked in, with the latter shaking her head in mild annoyance.

"Yang!" Ruby tackled her sister in a hug, which Yang returned briefly before putting her into a playful headlock.

"You are in big trouble, missy!" Yang started to grind her knuckles on Ruby's skull. "What did I say about running off on your own without telling your team where you're going?"

"Ow ow ow ow! I'm sorry!" Ruby cried out as she desperately tried to escape her sister's hold.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry that I ran off without telling any of you!"

"There we go." Yang laughed and released Ruby from the headlock. "Apology accepted, little sis."

Ruby rubbed the sore spot on her head and pouted at Yang.

"So, Yang," Blake started, her eyes wandering around the room. "What is this place?"

"It's…" Yang's mouth remained open as she realized that she didn't have an answer. "It's a place!" she finally said.

Weiss rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "We know that. What Blake meant was - "

The heiress suddenly tensed and sharply turned around. The sudden action caused Blake's foot to shuffle back half a step and for Ruby to look in the direction that Weiss was looking. A second later, the door from behind the counter opened and the hooded man walked out. He paused for a fraction of a second when he noticed the three new people in the room and the continued walking.

"I take it these are your friends?" the man asked.

"Who are you?" Weiss asked, her voice full of suspicion.

Yang, taking note of her tone, quickly intervened. "Easy, Weissy."

Weiss glanced over at Yang before looking back at the man. "You know him?"

"Yes - well, no, not really?" Yang scratched her head before pointing at the pile of crates by the wall. "I helped him out bring these inside?"

Their attention was drawn to the man when he went, "Ah," as if he remembered something. "Come to think of it, I never introduced myself to you, did I? Terribly sorry," the man apologized.

"Well, he has some manners, at least," Weiss huffed, crossing her arms.

The man reached up and pulled down his hood, revealing a bed of disheveled, snow colored hair that was slightly raised on one side. His face wasn't that bad to look at either, at least to Yang. Not exactly on the level of fashion models, but not exactly average either. He was somewhere in between. He wasn't that much older than them either, probably somewhere in his early twenties. He could pass off as a third or fourth year at Beacon, maybe even a recent alumnus.

"There isn't much right now, but welcome to my cafe. Well, a not-yet-open cafe. You may call me Robin," he said, giving the girls an elegant bow so graceful that he could give Weiss a run for her lien. Straightening his back, he smiled at them, a smile that also reached his hazel eyes. "May I get the honor of your names?"

Yang waved her hand at Robin. "Yang. Yang Xiao Long. The little one there is my baby sis, Ruby Rose."

Robin looked over at Ruby. "Is she the one that you were looking for earlier?"

"That's right," Yang nodded and then pointed over at Blake. "The one in the back is Blake, my partner, while she's - "

"I can introduce myself, thank you very much," Weiss interrupted. Proudly walking over to Robin, she held out her hand. "Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, which so happens to be the largest producers of the highest quality of Dust in Remnant."

"A Schnee?" Robin raised an eyebrow as he politely shook Weiss' hand. "A bit of a surprise, but a pleasant one nonetheless. My apologies for the lack of decor, Miss Schnee, for I've only just recently arrived in Vale with my personal effects."

"Oh please, please don't inflate her ego," Yang moaned. "It's big enough already, and I don't know if I can handle any more…Weissness."

Although Ruby and Blake didn't say anything, their faces were in line with Yang's, much to Weiss' vexation. Her cheeks flushed from Yang's statement and Robin's warm laughter filled the room.

"I believe I have yet to thank you for your help, Miss Xiao Long," Robin pointed out, walking behind the counter.

"It's fine. It was only right to help out," Yang said.

"Please, you've helped me when I offered nothing in return," Robin insisted. "However, now that we're inside here, I can offer you something."

"And what could you possibly offer now that you couldn't before?" Weiss glared, making her distrust very obvious.

"I did say that this was a cafe, did I not? One that is yet to be open?" Robin recalled. "As thanks, I can give you a drink on the house, Miss Xiao Long. Same for your team. It would not do for one to give an offer that cannot be extended to friends."

The four of them shared glances at one another. Weiss shook her head and Ruby's head was bouncing up and down. Blake merely shrugged, but Yang caught the subtle gleam in her eyes that told her that she was interested.

"Alright, I'll take you up on that offer," Yang grinned. "What do you have?"

Robin pulled out four menus from underneath the counter and handed one to each of the girls. While three of them looked over the overly simplistic menus in earnest, one frowned and scrunched her nose.

"Is something wrong?" Robin asked Ruby, who quickly looked up at him.

"A-Ah, no! Nothing's wrong, it's just…" Ruby sheepishly scratched her cheek as she looked away.

"Ruby doesn't like coffee." Yang came to her rescue and ruffled Ruby's hair.

"Understandable." Robin nodded as he put a finger up to his chin. "Sweet tooth?"

"That'd be an understatement," Blake said with the smallest of smiles on her face.

Ruby looked down at her feet with a flushed face. "Sorry."

"It's quite alright. There's much more to a cafe than just coffee," Robin gently said. "There are cafe menu items that contain coffee but without the strong taste of coffee that some dislike."

At this, the young girl's face brightened instantly. "Really?"

"I have no reason to lie. I'll make you something that I'm sure you'll enjoy."

"Oooh, confident, aren't you?" Yang slyly said. "I'll have a mocha then."

Nodding, Robin looked at Weiss and Blake. "Anything for the two of you?"

"Just tea, thank you," Blake simply said.

"I'll have a cappuccino, more dry than wet, with two teaspoons of sugar and sprinkled with cinnamon," Weiss quickly ordered.

Yang and Ruby looked at Weiss with perplexed stares, who simply straightened her back in what seemed to be a show of challenge. Robin, on the other hand, smiled once more.

"Understood. I'll be back with your drinks shortly. In the meantime, feel free to sit down anywhere in the store."

As Robin walked off, the girls sat down at a rectangular table by the window. The second they sat down, Yang threw Weiss a dirty look but didn't say anything. Time awkwardly trickled along as the team sat in uncomfortable silence, which was eventually broken by Yang.

"Alright, Ice Queen, what was that about?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," the heiress answered indignantly. "I just happen to like my coffee a very certain way."

"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it," Yang nearly growled. "You don't like him, I get that, but you don't have to be so hostile towards him."

"I never said anything about me not liking him; I'm merely indifferent towards him," Weiss cooly countered. "Whether or not I trust him is a completely different matter. Which begs the question: why are you so agitated over this?"

Yang slammed her hands down on the table and rose out of her seat. "Because he's offering us drinks for free when his store hasn't even opened yet!"

"Which he insisted on giving us as thanks for you lending him your assistance."

"Out of kindness!"

"Relax, both of you," Blake interjected with a frown.

"Come on, you two. We're a team," Ruby pleaded. "We shouldn't fight."

Yang reluctantly sat back down and turned her gaze out the window.

"I can see where you're both coming from. Robin is offering us free drinks on the house because Yang helped him with some lifting. He didn't have to offer anything in return, yet he did," Blake said, observing Robin as he moved about behind the counter. He vanished for a brief moment as he crouched before coming back up with a tub of…ice cream? "He hasn't given us any reason to trust him, but he hasn't given us a reason to not trust him either."

"...I suppose you're right," Weiss admitted, leaning her head on her hand. "I'll give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Aww, Weiss! I knew you had it in you!" Ruby beamed, causing a bit of red to form on Weiss' cheeks.

"For now," Weiss added quickly. "I have high standards for my coffee, and very few people have been able to serve me something that met my expectations."

"Well, then I sure hope that I do not disappoint. I am quite confident in my skills, after all."

Robin was standing in front of their table, causing all four of them to jump in their seats. None of them heard him walk over, nor did they see him walk over. His arm was slightly raised, balancing a tray with four cups on top, each one having a small plate underneath. He reached up with his free hand and grabbed one of the drinks.

"For Miss Blake, a cup of my personal blend, jasmine and rosemary," Robin said as he gently placed the cup in front of Blake. "Miss Xiao Long, your mocha…" Another cup was set down onto the table, followed by a third. "…a cappuccino, slightly more on the dry side, two teaspoons of sugar, and topped with cinnamon powder for Miss Schnee. And lastly, for Miss Rose…"

Looks of utter confusion rippled across the table when Robin set down the last drink. Only, it wasn't a drink. It didn't even look like anything related to coffee at all. The only thing in Ruby's cup was…

"A bowl of ice cream?" Yang frowned.

"Vanilla ice cream," Robin corrected with a proud look on his face. "Complete with a cookie straw."

And that it was. A ball of vanilla ice cream sat in the very center of Ruby's mug, which was more of a bowl than a mug. Needless to say, every member of Team RWBY was disappointed at the lackluster treat.

"I know I said that Ruby doesn't like coffee, but I wasn't really expecting…" Yang trailed off, not completely sure on what to say.

"A child's dessert," Weiss finished, narrowing her eyes at Robin. "Is this some sort of joke?"

"I-It's okay, Weiss. I like vanilla ice cream."

A strained smile was on Ruby's face, and Yang felt her temper rise upon seeing her sister. She had half a mind to leave the shop right now, while the other half felt like hurting Robin for making Ruby sad. No one did that to her.

"A joke?" Robin raised an eyebrow as he looked at them seriously. "Of course not. I said that I would make something that Miss Rose would enjoy, and I fully intend to keep my word."

He then pulled out a small cup from behind the bowl of ice cream, something that Yang hadn't even noticed. Judging from the looks of the faces of her team, neither did they. With their curiosity piqued, they watched as Robin slowly poured the contents of the tiny cup over Ruby's bowl. A steaming, dark brown liquid freely flowed down onto the ice cream, causing the ice cream to melt wherever the liquid touched.

"Pouring espresso over a bowl of ice cream?" Weiss scoffed and crossed her arms. "That hardly seems like…anything…special…"

Her voice trailed off as the top of the ice cream caved inwards, almost like a flower in reverse bloom. A smooth hole was dug out inside the ice cream itself, and at the "floor" of the ice cream was a ball of chocolate, which started melting upon contact with the espresso.

Someone gasped. Yang wasn't sure who it was. Maybe it was her, maybe it wasn't. Whoever it was, she didn't care as she and the others mesmerizingly watched a mixture of chocolate, vanilla ice cream, and espresso pool together within the frozen dessert.

"I present to you…" Robin flourished his hand over the bowl. A small ball of ice cream suddenly appeared out of nowhere and plopped down onto the very center of the pool of melted chocolate and vanilla. "…the Sweets Thief."

"Wooaahhh…" Ruby's mouth was a perfect circle. She only blinked when Robin placed a spoon in the bowl with a small clink.

"The best plans are the simplest plans. However, plans that have a twist to them are the most fun," Robin said with a smile. "Enjoy."

Ruby didn't need to be told twice. In a flash, she picked up the spoon, scooped out a large helping of ice cream dipped in the molten liquid, and half of the utensil disappeared in her mouth. Her eyes widened immediately, and she swiftly took in another spoon. Saying that she liked it would've been a severe understatement.

For a fraction of a second, there was a flicker of pain in Robin's eyes as he saw Ruby practically melt from pure delight, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. So much so that if one would have missed it had they blinked, and all four members of Team RWBY were engrossed by the Sweets Thief that none of them noticed.

As Yang watched Ruby dig into her treat, a bunch of questions appeared in her head. How did he think of this? Why was it called 'Sweets Thief'? How did he manage to carve out a hole inside the ice cream? How did he place the chocolate inside the ice cream? How did he make the small ball of ice cream appear out of thin air? Was it his Semblance? Did his Semblance have anything to do with ice cream? So many questions that included the words 'ice cream', but the biggest question on her mind was…

"I prepared more Sweets Thief's - Sweets Thieves? - yeah, that sounds better - in case the three of you wanted one as well. Would you like to try them?" Robin asked as if he read their minds.

"Yes, please," they all answered before he even finished asking.

With an amused grin on his face - the man truly loved smiling - Robin glided over behind the counter. His hands started fiddling with something that they couldn't see from their angle, a few clicks and clacks were heard, and a little over a minute later, he was walking back with four more Sweets Thieves on a tray.

"I figured that Miss Rose would like a second serving, and it would seem that I was right," Robin explained, setting the tray down. Ruby's cheeks turned pink as she averted her gaze from her empty bowl. Not even the crumbs from the cookie straw remained. After placing the Sweets Thieves in front of each member of RWBY, he asked them, "Would you like me to pour the espresso over the ice cream? Or would you rather do it by yourselves?"

Their answer came when they each picked up the cup of espresso with their hands. As they dribbled their espresso onto their ice cream, Robin waved his hand and four smaller balls of ice cream appeared on top of their spoons.

Leaving them to their own devices, Robin picked up Ruby's empty bowl, placed it on his tray, and walked away. The squeals of delight and wonder filled the room as he walked behind the counter and placed the tray into a nearby sink. He leaned against the back wall as he briefly glanced over at the girls. The four of them, especially the one in red, caused memories to resurface, and he let his mind wander off.

. . .

"Robin?"

Robin looked up from his papers as his wife wrapped her arms around his neck.

"What is it?" Robin asked, tilting his head to look into her eyes. There was the fragrant scent of roses.

"Have you ever thought about what you wanted to do after this is all over?" she asked.

"You mean after the war?" Robin inquired.

His wife softly hummed, "Mhmm."

"Well…I haven't given it much thought, to be completely honest."

"Yes, the threat of a world-destroying Fell Dragon does take priority," she laughed, gently caressing his cheek. "I suppose I was foolish for asking. You already have enough to deal with as is."

"No no, it's alright. I'm actually really happy that you brought this up now," Robin said, getting out his chair. "I mean, this war is going to end sooner or later, and I'd like to think about our future as well; you, me, the children, living together without any looming threat on the horizon. It'll be really refreshing to focus on something that's not related to the war or Grima."

His wife said nothing as she nuzzled her head into his chest.

"Although, I was thinking…"

"You're always thinking," his wife joked, and Robin chuckled.

"Well, that is true. But, I was thinking of opening a coffee shop."

"A coffee shop?"

"Yeah. Nothing fancy or anything. Just a small place where people can come into relax, get a quick drink or two, and forget about their stress for a short while."

"You just want to open a coffee shop because you love coffee, don't you?"

Robin smiled and poked her forehead with his finger. "Guilty as charged. But, as I recall, you love coffee just as much as I do. Am I wrong?"

"Maybe." She shrugged and laced her arms around his neck. "Maybe I do. Or, maybe I just love the man making it so much and the coffee is just a bonus."

"You spoil me," Robin laughed before planting a loving kiss on her lips.

"What about a name?" she asked.

"A name?"

Her mirthful laughter warmed Robin's heart. "A name for your shop. All shops have one, right?"

"Uhh… I haven't planned that far ahead."

"Then I'll take pride in the fact that I was able to think further than you, the Shepherds' Grandmaster Tactician. I don't think there's anyone else that's been able to pull off such a feat."

"If it's you, then I will wholeheartedly accept my defeat. I bow down before your tactical prowess."

She playfully hit him on the shoulder while laughing. "Yet you remain standing perfectly straight."

"It just so happens that my knees are a little stiff, so I can't seem to bend them too well," Robin grinned. "However…" He grabbed her waist and lifted her up into the air. A shriek of surprise escaped her lips followed by a charming laugh. "…would this work as a reverse bow?"

"Yes, I suppose it will do."

Gracefully spinning his wife in his arms, he channeled mana through his body. He focused on the image of their shared bed on the opposite end of Ylisse Castle and released his magic. The air around the two of them folded in on itself, and Robin materialized in his room with his wife still in his arms. The moment his feet touched the floor, he threw himself backward and collapsed onto his bed with his wife in tow. The two stayed silent for a while in comfortable silence, basking themselves in each others presence. The only sound they heard was the soothing beats of their hearts.

"As for the name," she continued, stroking his hair. "I was thinking of…"

. . .

"We'll be going now, mister! Thank you for the ice cream that wasn't ice cream!" Ruby cheerfully waved.

Robin waved back as the four girls began to leave. Their plates and cups were neatly placed on top of the counter, each one being empty.

"I'll be opening officially in two days, so feel free to visit anytime," he informed them.

"Definitely! We'll tell our friends about this place too! So expect some new faces next time!" Yang promised, giving him a thumbs up and a wink. "Expect a five-star rating on Welp too!"

Robin had absolutely no idea what Welp was. He figured it didn't matter. Instead, he turned his attention to Weiss, who looked like she had something stuck in her throat. Her facial expression reminded Robin of a certain girl with red hair fashioned into twin tails.

"You're cappuccino wasn't bad. I've had worse." Her cheeks turned rosy while Ruby and Yang's jaws hit the floor in disbelief. "As for that dessert… It was surprising but pleasant," she admitted, echoing Robin's words from earlier.

"Wooaahh… Never thought I'd see the day that Weiss praised someone, especially on coffee," Ruby muttered.

"Wh-What?! I praise people!" Weiss hurriedly exclaimed.

"Yeah, sure. I'll believe that when Zwei grows wings and starts to fly," Yang snickered.

Ignoring the bickering of her friends, Blake politely smiled at Robin. "The tea and ice cream was delicious. Thank you."

"You're very much welcome. Take care, you four."

The door closed behind RWBY as they began their way back to Beacon in joyful spirits. Without a doubt, they were already making plans on returning to Robin's shop. They got along with Team JNPR well enough, so they would be the first to know.

Had any of them decided to look back, they would've seen Robin put up his store's sign above the door. And were one to pay close attention to detail, they would've noticed that the apostrophe in the store's name was in the shape of a teardrop. To everyone in Remnant, save for the owner of the store, they would not see the significance in the teardrop in the store's name. The name of the store also happened to be something that he and all of his friends fought for.

"'A Shepherd's Rest.'"

. . .

. . .

I've been catching up on RWBY recently. And as an avid fan of Fire Emblem, a crossover idea came into mind. One was Robin attending Beacon as either a student or a teacher, and the other was what you just read.

I realized that this is my first time writing a story chapter that isn't serious at all. It's practically all fluff. Thought I'd try my hand at different genres of writing. And on that note…How fluff/not serious story write? I know not how.

My plan for this is to update whenever a chapter idea comes into mind. How often will that be? I've no idea. I already have four other stories that I'm working on, one of which hasn't been updated in almost a year as of now, and my main story having not been updated in over five months. (Sorry! I'm honestly doing my best to put out the next chapter!)

Who is Robin's wife? *shrugs* I already have Robin's wife in mind, and she may or may not make an appearance some time down the line. I did put in a couple hints as to who she is in this chapter, so for those of you that are curious, you're more than welcome to try and figure it out on your own. Just know that I will neither confirm nor deny your guesses.

Also, so many easter eggs/references.
- Being just south of Vale's main street. || Southtown.
- Dust shop name Guns n' Roses. || The band.
- 13th and Hamlet Road. || Fire Emblem: Awakening is the 13th installment in the series. | Sage's Hamlet.
- Morgan and Tomestackers. || Do I really need to explain this?
- Robin's "elegant" bow to Weiss. || FE:AA, Ch 25, beginning of chapter, Maribelle event. || Shameless self-advertisement/promotion here.
- Tea for Blake. || FE:AA, Ch 10, tea with Emmeryn || Shameless sellout once more.
- Sweets Thief. || Need I really explain?

The ice cream dessert featured is basically an affogato. For those that are unfamiliar with what an affogato is, it's a scoop of ice cream (usually vanilla) with a shot of espresso poured over it.

I put a twist to the affogato in this story. The scoop of ice cream is hollowed out with a chocolate placed inside. This can easily be done by cutting the ice cream in half, scooping out the inside of one half of the slice, placing a chocolate in the hole, and putting the two pieces back together. When you pour the espresso shot over the side that's hollowed out, it'll quickly melt and hit the chocolate.

If you're too lazy to do all that, just put the chocolate on top of the ice cream scoop before pouring espresso. Or chocolate syrup. Same result, just not as fancy.