"Ooo, you insulted Justin Bieber and my squishy! You are no longer my best friend," she said, pouting at him, her eyes looking close to crying. She sniffed, turning on her heel, playing with things on the counter for a moment, letting him suffer the punishment of his verbal misstep....before promptly bouncing over to him and hugging him. "Thank you for com9ing to fix my baby, you are the bestest best friend in the entire world!"
She tilted her head up, her chin resting against his chest as she looked up at him, brown eyes dancing with mischief and mirt before she suddenly pulled away, bouncing off to take another sip of her coffee. "If you will follow me, I will lead you to the patient," she said, heading out of the kitchen and into the living room where Sorcha was (why the robot was not with the tools was a question better pondered another day...or never). In the living room it was more obvious two people shared the apartment, Effie's books mixed in with Tim's magazines, their shoes and various clothing items Effie hadn't yet picked up tumbling over each other.
Effie clicked off the large tv that had been tuned to a twenty-four hours news channel, picking up the three foot tall robot and holding it up as one would a toddler for Peter to see. "Peter, meet Sorcha, Sorcha, say hello to Peter,"
The robots eyes lit up, tiny mechanical brain processing the command before the robot turned, looking at Peter, scanning his face into memory. "Hello, Peter," it said in a small, childishly mechanical voice.
Effie beamed like a proud mother, petting the top of Sorcha's head as it spoke, glad some of the commands were still working.