A small submarine cruised steadily beneath the Pacific Ocean, maintaining a depth of about thirty meters.
Ririko reclined in her seat with her legs crossed, watching a school of silver fish dart past the porthole.
Suddenly, the rich smell of braised beef instant noodles filled the cockpit.
She turned to see Dick Grayson sitting at the control panel, happily digging into a bowl of braised beef instant noodles.
She turned to Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow, beside her and said with mild displeasure:
"Is there no other food on this submarine? The whole thing smells like instant noodles."
Oliver sat in the copilot's seat, wearing a dark green jacket. He looked up at her words.
He smiled. "Instant noodles and compressed biscuits are the easiest things to store. If you'd spent five years stranded on Lian Yu like I did, you wouldn't complain about instant noodles."
Ririko rolled her eyes.
No wonder this guy always carried piles of rations around. He had PTSD from being stranded on a deserted island.
She leaned back against her seat, unable to stop herself from regretting her decision.
Three days earlier, she had invited Dick to Lian Yu, and he had immediately asked Oliver for help because he knew the place so well.
She had also figured that traveling with the richest man in Star City would save her money and spare her plenty of trouble.
Well, look how that had turned out. The entire crew ate canned food, microwave meals, and instant noodles three times a day. Nobody even bothered cooking.
If she had asked Bruce to come instead, Alfred would surely have prepared a seafood feast for them aboard the submarine every day...
Dick drained the last mouthful of noodle soup and turned to Oliver. "How did you end up stranded on