"Oohh, mint." Ned doesn't bother trying to hide his excitement. Every little luxury is important, in this place. He isn't going to take an offer like that for granted; he could use a mint plant for a dozen different things. But even setting aside the utility, the fact that River would make such an offer, would go out of her way to bring him something she thinks will make him happy - that's the best part of all.
He puts the slices of bread into the toaster, has to hit it a few times with the heel of his palm before it decides it wants to turn on properly. That done, he pulls the various jams that he's made over the course of the last few days out of the refrigerator. There isn't too much variety (at least, not by Ned's standards), but he has strawberry, blackberry, and apricot. He brings the jars to the table, sets them out and takes a seat close to River and her swinging legs.
Important. That reminds him of significant, to say the least and he may very well be going a bit red now, but it's out of happiness. It's all a bit unreal; both what is developing between him and Daneel, and having someone like River around to ask about it, with that gleeful curiosity.
But he hasn't answered her question, has he?
"I, um- I did, actually, but he already knew. He's like you, well, kind of. He can tell what people are feeling. So I imagine it was pretty obvious all along." Daneel, quite frankly, wouldn't need empathic powers to notice the way Ned came alive in his presence, how he kept finding reasons to be around him. It had only been out of politeness that he'd failed to mention anything, before Ned brought it up himself.
"He tried to convince me to change my mind, at first. Said all this stuff about... how probably he wasn't good enough for me because he's a robot and I needed someone human, but I didn't listen to any of that." It would be another story if Daneel had reservations that didn't have to do with the fact that he'd been programmed to think of himself as worthless and forbidden from wanting things.
Ned gets up, plucks the toast out of the toaster at just the right moment, brings it over on two plates, setting one beside River.
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He puts the slices of bread into the toaster, has to hit it a few times with the heel of his palm before it decides it wants to turn on properly. That done, he pulls the various jams that he's made over the course of the last few days out of the refrigerator. There isn't too much variety (at least, not by Ned's standards), but he has strawberry, blackberry, and apricot. He brings the jars to the table, sets them out and takes a seat close to River and her swinging legs.
Important. That reminds him of significant, to say the least and he may very well be going a bit red now, but it's out of happiness. It's all a bit unreal; both what is developing between him and Daneel, and having someone like River around to ask about it, with that gleeful curiosity.
But he hasn't answered her question, has he?
"I, um- I did, actually, but he already knew. He's like you, well, kind of. He can tell what people are feeling. So I imagine it was pretty obvious all along." Daneel, quite frankly, wouldn't need empathic powers to notice the way Ned came alive in his presence, how he kept finding reasons to be around him. It had only been out of politeness that he'd failed to mention anything, before Ned brought it up himself.
"He tried to convince me to change my mind, at first. Said all this stuff about... how probably he wasn't good enough for me because he's a robot and I needed someone human, but I didn't listen to any of that." It would be another story if Daneel had reservations that didn't have to do with the fact that he'd been programmed to think of himself as worthless and forbidden from wanting things.
Ned gets up, plucks the toast out of the toaster at just the right moment, brings it over on two plates, setting one beside River.