"Do I have to give him puberty?" Effie giggled, taking the tray from Timmy who made his pouting sound, carrying their lunch to a table. "That we're weird, probably," she said, shrugging before taking a seat, losening her multiple layers so that she could eat.
"Timmy, napkin," she said as she offered him a piece. Timmy got a napkin and placed it on his lap, before accepting the food. It was rare he ate, since as a robot he didn't really need it, but he could turn food into energy, particularly greasy foods.
"Thank you, momma!" he said as he accepted his chicken leg, happily munching on it by pulling pieces off and sticking it in his energy receptacle in his chest.