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“Artemis.”
Artemis groaned and burrowed into her covers, trying to drown out the sound. It was a person, and they were talking, not screaming, which meant it wasn’t an emergency. Therefore it wasn’t worth her brainpower. Wasn’t worth waking up for. She was going back to sleep.
“Artemis?”
She swatted this time, and the person took her hand. They were freezing cold, an unpleasant shock to her system, and she muttered for them to go away this time and tried to get out of their hold.
“Artemis.”
Wally, Artemis’ tired brain finally computed, which meant he wasn’t going to give up. “What?” She snapped.
“Um…” He faltered. “We’re out of pancake batter—"
“Wally,” Artemis said through gritted teeth, stopping him cold, she was up all night last night finishing a paper and was not in the mood. “If you woke me up just to tell me we’re out of pancake batter, I’m going to murder you with this pillow.”
A beat of silence.
“Actually,” Wally said brightly, “I woke you up to ask you if you knew that you can make emergency pancake batter with bananas. Did you know that? I saw it on Pinterest.”
“Couple things. First of all, why the hell were you on Pinterest? I don’t go on Pinterest.”
“M’gann showed it to me,” Wally said defensively. “It’s cool.”
“It’s not cool. And also, emergency pancake batter is not a thing.”
“Disagree!”
“And third,” Artemis said, “we’re onto the important question of why the fuck did you wake me up to tell me this?”
There was another pause. Wally was clearly trying to choose the correct words that would allow him to keep his life. Artemis repeated the mantra of I love him, I love him, I love him to keep from screaming at him.
“I woke you up because, uh, I was going to make you pancakes since you finished finals,” Wally said quietly, “but we’re out of pancake batter and nothing’s open and I don’t know how you tell if a banana is ripe. Ours are either right on the edge or… going to kill us.”
Artemis snorted into her pillow. When she rolled over, Wally looked sheepishly apologetic. It was amazing the number of times he forgot silly things like what time it was or the right things to buy at the store, but occasionally he remembered the best things and did something like this and it was all worth it.
“You’re going to make me congratulatory pancakes at six in the morning?” She asked.
“I’ve been awake for hours and I couldn’t wait any longer,” he admitted. “So, uh, do you know when bananas are ripe? My parents are on vacation, so my next option is calling M’gann, but if that wakes Conner up then it’s all over.”
“Tell you what,” Artemis said with a sigh, trying to shake off the last edges of sleep, “If we die, we die together.”
“…Which option does that mean? Because they both work.”
She sat up, and Wally kissed her forehead and rearranged her bedhead so she could see. God, she loved him.
“Let’s make emergency pancakes,” she said.