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Like a machine!

[ Clearly the most intelligent answer one could give here. A helpful answer that truly gives Gorgug an idea of what the boyfriend whose hand he's currently holding means.

The bread is completely forgotten in favor of this too. In favor of Fabian saying such a dumb unhelpful answer in a far too confident sort of way. ]

What else could they possibly look like?

[ "Like a machine". More and more, Gorgug is coming to realise--or recognise--what Fabian means, but it also just sounds... boring! When he could be putting wings on a bot to make it stand out more! ]

So like a toaster?

[ Gorgug doubts Fabian means a toaster.

But this is the response he deserves for just repeating him. ]

[ Fabian is.. trying to think of all the machines he can think of...

Fri.. dge? Sure. Does a tap for water count as a machine?

To.. as.. ter..??

He blinks. ]

Gorgug, what is a toaster? [ Sorry, bro, are you not aware yet of exactly how bad Fabian is at using a kitchen. Maybe he's even used that thing once or twice in this place without even knowing what it's called.. ]

[ Fabian.

Bro. ]

It's in the kitchen. We had one in the apartment-- you have one. In your ship.

[ Bro! He's got to know, right? Is he pulling a trick on Gorgug? There's a chance he is. There's a chance that Fabian is doing this on purpose! ]

I..

[ His mouth opens.

His mouth closes.

They're still holding hands. It's very romantic. It's a date. ]

I have many things in the Manor. [ This is probably not helping Gorgug to determine whether he's getting pranked here or not. ]

[ Gorgug is staring at Fabian at this point. Stunned quiet.

A look of desperation fixing on his face. ]

It's where Riz gets his toast. The toaster that makes the toast.

[ There's a note of desperation in his voice, too. Please, Fabian. Please. He needs you to understand. He needs you to know what a toaster is. ]

[ Fabian's hand may be starting to get real sweaty at this point. Please don't mind it, Gorgug. He's totally in control, and he's also being very cool about this. ]

.. that-- That's called a toaster?

[ HE'S BEING SO COOL ABOUT THIS!!! ]

What else would it be called?

[ Bro, please. Gorgug looks so desperate. His eyes are so pleading. What else would the toasting machine be called?

What else? ]

I don't know it had a name!

[ He's throwing up his hand.

Singular, that is. Because he seems to refuse to let go of the other's hand, even in the middle of these dramatics. He's only throwing up his other hand to show that he has no idea! That it's a silly idea to even assume that everything out there has a name, clearly!

(This is the same guy who thought maids didn't dream, after all.) ]

Do all the things you make have names?

[ Gorgug isn't letting go, either, though he's starting to look at the food right in front of them that's being forgotten--glancing at it, really, between Fabian and his paused action of attending to it. He wants to eat, but-- ]

There's words you can use to call them-- bullets, robot arm, robot lizard, a helmet...

[ It's the same thing, Fabian! The same thing! Beat his logic!! ]

Yeah, but that's not kitchen stuff.

[ There's a pause.

Not super long, but it's definitely noticeable. It's like there's some stuff shifting around in Fabian's head, some parts slowly clicking into place as he realizes: ]

.. all.. that kitchen stuff has names? [ He doesn't even sound offended or anything. Or trying to blame Gorgug for the existence of weird names.

Fabian just sounds baffled. Like his world is being turned upside down in this moment.

(This is the extremely sexy guy you're dating, Gorgug.) ]

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