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[See? New places and experimentation can be fun: amateur science!]

I found it in the marketplace. It needed some repairs, but. [He beams.] Want to try it?

[That sounds...kinky?!]

I. Wha. Yes! YES!! [There were going to be other words in there but uh, he throws his arms around Wing instead, too jubilant to even think about anything else.]

[Oops too fast?]

The hug is wonderful, and Wing leans into it for a long moment, subsiding into it with a small, pleased wriggle. And he's in no rush to disentangle himself.]

Is the jello ready? [He hopes not, for more of this hug.]

[What? No! Nothing is too fast for Drift. Not even speedy little jets.

That wiggles under his hands! >_> That's, uh, really distracting, and Drift tries his best to keep his EM field demurely contained. It's hard though, with the tease of those flight panels just out reach.

But oh. He totally forgot he left the jello on the counter, 'rehydrating', whatever that means.]

Um. It might be?

[He should really check, right?]

[Sorry, he's just feeling, well, giddy. He's not really that sorry for being distracting, though. He's guilty as charged for that. ]

We could wait a moment to make sure it's ready for sure?

[Maybe?]

[If Wing has to apologize for feeling giddy, so does Drift. Because he is. Which was the converter's fault originally but now maybe it's the unique scent of Wing filling his olfactory sensors, the feel of glossy plating under his hands and a welcoming EM field so near his.]

Yeah. Just a moment...

[And he's going to ignore the ping of his empty tank. Shush, silly ping, Wing might hear you.]

[He can't ignore the ping, even if he'd wanted to. It was just timed too well, too funny, and it was just so very much like Drift to try to demur. But it's not the mean kind of laugh he gives, his nose wrinkling under his helm's nasal, as he steps back.]

I think that's our cue.

[But he's holding out hope for another hug when the convertor works, a hug with a toast, even.]

[Wing stop no that's cute. There's a moment that he's not thinking about food at all.

...

and then it passes because well yeah, hunger is not his favorite thing and neither are insistent pings. He pulls away a little shyly, gesturing at the counter and the cafeteria size quantity of jello.]

Uh, guess it's ready now. Why don't you do the honors? Just be careful, it's slippery.

[Don't get it on yourself Wing, he might have to clean you up later.]

[Why should he stop when it's something Drift seems to enjoy so much?

In other words, you can't make him.]

Slippery? Is that how you got it in your... [Vague gesture at body sort of thing.] everything?

[Right, Wing, stop thinking of slippery fluids in Drift's, uh, everything. He shakes that idea out of his processor, picking up the bowl, and pouring it in the convertor's intake, entranced at the way it jiggles and wobbles.]

Here goes nothing.

[Because you might overload something. UH Like his processor he means! Or a power relay or something. Yeah.]

[Or his vocalizer, considering the way he chokes.]

Whaaaa-uuhh-yeah. Exactly.

[It kind of was everywhere, he's still finding it in unexpected places. AHEM. What he wouldn't give for an solvent bath or steam clean.]

Think this will affect the flavor? [Because he wouldn't hate it, if it did.]

[Well. He wouldn't want that. Maybe. At least not yet.

[He peers into the bowl, trying to imagine the sweet smelling jelly against his lines. Oh. It's...interesting.]

There's one way to find out! This is uncharted science, after all.

[Yeah it's a shame they can't eat it. The texture is certainly interesting. ER. for. eating. of course.]

How long will it take to convert? I'm not familiar with this model. [Or many models, really. Dispensing: yes. Converting: less so. Or at least it's been a long time. He shifts to the table and leans in though, peering after the jello, though maybe he just wants to be a little closer to that jet.]

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[More tests are needed, but from looking at it, Wing is intrigued.]

Just a few kliks. I did test it.

[It would ruin his big surprise if it took overnight, after all. Well. it would be a different surprise. With downtime for other things, but, ahem.]

*PING*]

Or now.

[More tests you say? Need an assistant?]

Well I brought--

[Drift would stay as long as needed just to see the end result, and try his best to be as entertaining as possible in the meantime, in whatever ways he, uh, could be. However, the converter pings just as he holding up the datapad.]

That was fast!

[Neither of them are scientists, but, well, there's always time to learn new skills together. ]

[But Drift didn't have to bring anything but himself to be entertaining. There was still so much to catch up on, so much to learn about each other. But there was no rush for that. ]

Well, I did warm it up before you arrived.

[It's like a Space Keurig!]

[Wing has also set out two--wow he's so subtle--glasses, and pours the contents, pink and fizzy, out, offering one to Drift.]

I think this calls for a toast?

[He'll do anything as long as it includes that last word. ~~Wait does that sound desperate?~~ And he's looking forward to the catching up part though, just as much as the energon, if not more.]

Smart! [Drift would probably be too nervous to think that far ahead. And then he'd be standing around practicing his awkwardly standing around moves.]

[He takes the glass with a grin.] A toast? Yes! You, uh, have something in mind?

[Wow please don't make him come up with something on the fly!]

[Be careful, Drift, because Wing will take that seriously. Ever want to try a coloring book together? ]

I think, also, this jello is not difficult for it to convert.

[Simple food: it made sense, right?]

Maybe something fitting about....making something wonderful out of what we've got?

[It's not his best, but the convertor and he and Drift...? ] Unless you have a better idea.

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now i want coffee mmmm

coffeeeeeee