It's hard to miss the flicker that passes over his expression as he nestles the champagne bottle into the sand and I immediately feel a stab of guilt when I realize what it is that's caused it.
"Honey, no, I-- I'm sorry, I was just chirpin' ya," I insist, forgetting my plate for a moment in favor of watching him more carefully, worried. "And I found out pretty quickly that you're not really a robot at all even if you kinda like to play that card sometimes. Robots aren't really any good at baking. Or photography for that matter."
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Date: 2016-05-21 04:41 am (UTC)"Honey, no, I-- I'm sorry, I was just chirpin' ya," I insist, forgetting my plate for a moment in favor of watching him more carefully, worried. "And I found out pretty quickly that you're not really a robot at all even if you kinda like to play that card sometimes. Robots aren't really any good at baking. Or photography for that matter."