Rabbit was a bit frozen at her side, fingers resting lightly against Alyss' arm, mismatched photoreceptors lit up intensely.

What is your life, Rabbit. How does this even happen.

"T-ttt-t-t-toast." Well, there went that morning steadiness right out the window, the bot's free hand twitching wildly, as he intently watched her lick that jam away off of her thumb. Dear Robot God, was it getting hot in here or was that just his boiler bubbling a little too excitedly? "Y-y-ya-ya like t-toast, huh? I didn't even... have a clue."