- Cyborg: Four and a half pounds of baby back ribs! Man, I love picnic food!
- [starts scarfing away]
- Starfire: Agreed, Cyborg. This tangy yellow beverage is truly delightful.
- [starts slurping more of her drink. Robin and Cyborg slowly stop eating and start looking at her, flabbergasted]
- Robin: Um... Starfire?
- Cyborg: That's mustard.
- Starfire: Is there more?