Chelldon never made it easier on confused cores, thanks to Wheatleys terrible social advise, he nodded a bit too long in Sams direction before turning back to Wheatley and listening to him jabber on and on about tea. How was he going to measure the exact amount of milk and how much fat?
He didn't have those sort of instruments. When he got to the staff bay where the tea machine was, it was just hot water, tea bag, some milk that had been standing and two packets of sugar left over. No precise measurements or molecules.
He filled the cup with all the ingredients, added water and the frowned. How was Wheatley going to drink it? Or was it just for him?
How oddly lonely, he was used to sharing his treats now, it was strange.
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Date: 2012-05-05 12:38 am (UTC)He didn't have those sort of instruments. When he got to the staff bay where the tea machine was, it was just hot water, tea bag, some milk that had been standing and two packets of sugar left over. No precise measurements or molecules.
He filled the cup with all the ingredients, added water and the frowned. How was Wheatley going to drink it? Or was it just for him?
How oddly lonely, he was used to sharing his treats now, it was strange.