Wheatley snorted as they moved into the next chamber. "Shows him, hm?" he asked, whispering to Chelldon. "I'll give my piece." He didn't need to eat it. Or drink tea. He just did it because it was easy to do so.

Because Chelldon had always looked so awkward doing it alone and it was his pleasure to give in just for a little while, even before the introduction of 379 to his systems. Wheatley readjusted the human on his back.

"Next time we see Tyler, we-- Oh, obviously! We're connected, hold on. I'm going to ask him to send us another pair of boots."