[ There's a moment of just staring at each other there. That's a surprise. She's so pleasant! Maybe this is just another of his 'grew up in a shack in the mountains' moments. Is he weird for wanting to hang out with her in her[ ] super cool lab?
[ Let's just set aside the weird social gooey stuff that's for weirdoes. Let's have a giant robot make us coffee, then make a doomsday weapon or something fun like that. ]
[Entrapta's grown up... not spoiled, exactly. But with every resource one could possibly want. Safe in a castle. Allowed to follow her own whims as far as they may spin. Someone's managed to instill basic socialization in her, but that's about it.
She's weird. She knows that. She's okay with that.
But it's nice having someone to be weird with!]
YEAH!
Don't tell the kitchen staff though, they only give it to me once a week!
[...Oh no...]
Let it blow,let it blow, can’t stop it anymore, let it blow,let it blow, it’s breaking down the
[ He thinks about how this could be a bad idea, but only briefly. It can’t be that bad! He lives on caffeine! I mean he sleeps roughly every 4-5 days and has a nearly sugar free diet, it will surely have the same result. ]
Our secret. You’ll want eye protection for this.
[ He gives the order to his giant robot and away it goes- doing its best to make the process of producing the blackest coffee ever made look cool. It might succeed, considering the fiery display involved and the blasts of steam. He pops on his handy hazard mask for it.
Donk. Donk. Two mugs, gently steaming. His mug is black, with white lettering in a dripping font that says ‘NO SLEEP.’ ]
I don’t have any sugar or anything.
[ He fully expects her to have some in her pocket or something. ]
[Entrapta's own mug is absolutely perfect. Digging out some spare nutrient resources (*cough* Pixie sticks *cough*) she drizzles them in. Then comes a deep swig - and her ponytails unfurl horizontally.]
WOW! You weren't KIDDING thisisGREAT!!!!!
[The exclamation points are practically visible now.
Just then there's a cheerful "Ding!" and a robot comes bustling in. Carrying a covered tray. It looks for all the world like a butler. Front panel painted a perfect white. As though daring a spec of dirt to think about landing on it.
Entrapta bounces over. Forcing the ButlerBot (?) to step neatly aside. Dodging the splashing of coffee.]
[ Oh no, it's adorable. It's like she's going Super Saiyan, except somehow worse. He watches her go through the explosive increase of energy even by her standards calmly from over his mug, sipping his coffee (bitter and dark as he is) slowly. It's only when she whips around to address the new arrival that he cracks out a mildly distressed expression. Ut-Oh. Has he made the classic mad science mistake of unleashing a monster more powerful than he?
The ding of the robot coincides almost perfectly with the start of In the Basement on the album that has been their musical background for their meeting so far. ]
Hmm. Are all your staff machines?
[ He's recomposed his deadpan by now and holds a hand out, making a fist like he's a catching an annoying fly- in fact he's just cast a small spell to catch the sloshing of coffee, hovering in the air as a small sphere. If she stands still for more than five seconds, he'll slop it back in her mug. No need for it to go to waste. ]
Nope! Three aren't! I've offered them enhancements but they're not interested!!!!
[The coffee will have to follow Entrapta around for a bit as she scoops up the tray with a hair tendril.]
Besides I can't program a baking program NEAR as impressive as LOOK!!!!! TINY SHEEP!
[She happily produces the snacks for inspection. Holding still for those precious five seconds.
A fleecy spun-sugar flock of sheep grazes on a field of colored marshmallows - green and blue and pink. The effect is something like wildflowers. Along the edge are slightly more conventional selections. Cheese, crackers, and the like. Just in case this new guest doesn't run on sugar!]
I'm not sure we're qualified to tell the difference, honestly.
[ Rex carefully shifts his fingers about as she bounces around, making sure she doesn't end up getting a faceful of hot coffee, but once she stops there's the 'plop' of it settling back into the mug. He might have to invest in a lid for her, if they're going to do this regularly.
He kind of surprises himself with how badly he wants it to be a regular thing. ]
This seems a wildly inefficient manner to prepare food in. [ She likes robots, guess what, Rex has a robot soul. ] But maybe we could work out a 3D printing meth-
[ Rex stops mid-sentence with his mug halfway to his mouth to stare at the cheese.
Rex loves dairy. He audibly swallows. ]
...od.
[ Science. Friendship. Cheese. He seriously never wants to leave. He has to think of a sinister plan to mean he can stay here forever. Maybe trick her into marrying him. ]
The border between Genius and Insanity is really more like a guideline anyway
[That's called "making friends," Rex. Not EVERYTHING has to have a Sinister Origin!]
Maybe!!! But efficiency seems to be one of those things that baking won't co-exist with! It's completely its own process. If I ever find my way back to the kitchen I really should study it more!
[Popping a sheep into her mouth, Entrapta hums happily. Absentmindedly taking another gulp of the coffee. She's starting to hear colors and see sounds, is that normal?!]
Besides! Where else would they work? It's miles and milesfromanywhereelse phew! Is this a typical response to coffee?!
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[ There's a moment of just staring at each other there. That's a surprise. She's so pleasant! Maybe this is just another of his 'grew up in a shack in the mountains' moments. Is he weird for wanting to hang out with her in her[ ] super cool lab?
No. It's the others who are wrong. ]
Then I guess it's just the two of us.
[ Which is fine too, he guesses. ]
...Do you want coffee?
[ Let's just set aside the weird social gooey stuff that's for weirdoes. Let's have a giant robot make us coffee, then make a doomsday weapon or something fun like that. ]
Do You Wanna Build a Doombot~
She's weird. She knows that. She's okay with that.
But it's nice having someone to be weird with!]
YEAH!
Don't tell the kitchen staff though, they only give it to me once a week!
[...Oh no...]
Let it blow,let it blow, can’t stop it anymore, let it blow,let it blow, it’s breaking down the
[ He thinks about how this could be a bad idea, but only briefly. It can’t be that bad! He lives on caffeine! I mean he sleeps roughly every 4-5 days and has a nearly sugar free diet, it will surely have the same result. ]
Our secret. You’ll want eye protection for this.
[ He gives the order to his giant robot and away it goes- doing its best to make the process of producing the blackest coffee ever made look cool. It might succeed, considering the fiery display involved and the blasts of steam. He pops on his handy hazard mask for it.
Donk. Donk. Two mugs, gently steaming. His mug is black, with white lettering in a dripping font that says ‘NO SLEEP.’ ]
I don’t have any sugar or anything.
[ He fully expects her to have some in her pocket or something. ]
THE HORDE NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAY
WOW! You weren't KIDDING thisisGREAT!!!!!
[The exclamation points are practically visible now.
Just then there's a cheerful "Ding!" and a robot comes bustling in. Carrying a covered tray. It looks for all the world like a butler. Front panel painted a perfect white. As though daring a spec of dirt to think about landing on it.
Entrapta bounces over. Forcing the ButlerBot (?) to step neatly aside. Dodging the splashing of coffee.]
YAY! Snacks!!!! HI CARSON!
[Okay. Carson, then.]
We have created something terrible.
The ding of the robot coincides almost perfectly with the start of In the Basement on the album that has been their musical background for their meeting so far. ]
Hmm. Are all your staff machines?
[ He's recomposed his deadpan by now and holds a hand out, making a fist like he's a catching an annoying fly- in fact he's just cast a small spell to catch the sloshing of coffee, hovering in the air as a small sphere. If she stands still for more than five seconds, he'll slop it back in her mug. No need for it to go to waste. ]
By Terrible you mean Great
[The coffee will have to follow Entrapta around for a bit as she scoops up the tray with a hair tendril.]
Besides I can't program a baking program NEAR as impressive as LOOK!!!!! TINY SHEEP!
[She happily produces the snacks for inspection. Holding still for those precious five seconds.
A fleecy spun-sugar flock of sheep grazes on a field of colored marshmallows - green and blue and pink. The effect is something like wildflowers. Along the edge are slightly more conventional selections. Cheese, crackers, and the like. Just in case this new guest doesn't run on sugar!]
I'm not sure we're qualified to tell the difference, honestly.
He kind of surprises himself with how badly he wants it to be a regular thing. ]
This seems a wildly inefficient manner to prepare food in. [ She likes robots, guess what, Rex has a robot soul. ] But maybe we could work out a 3D printing meth-
[ Rex stops mid-sentence with his mug halfway to his mouth to stare at the cheese.
Rex loves dairy. He audibly swallows. ]
...od.
[ Science. Friendship. Cheese. He seriously never wants to leave. He has to think of a sinister plan to mean he can stay here forever. Maybe trick her into marrying him. ]
The border between Genius and Insanity is really more like a guideline anyway
Maybe!!! But efficiency seems to be one of those things that baking won't co-exist with! It's completely its own process. If I ever find my way back to the kitchen I really should study it more!
[Popping a sheep into her mouth, Entrapta hums happily. Absentmindedly taking another gulp of the coffee. She's starting to hear colors and see sounds, is that normal?!]
Besides! Where else would they work? It's miles and milesfromanywhereelse phew! Is this a typical response to coffee?!