When approached with that very singular smile on her face, Daniel had a bad feeling. It was probably akin to the feeling rats had as they fled a sinking ship, or the feeling that he'd had the last time he had been stuck at a birthday party in the company of Emma's friends. That was just painful. Hopefully, whatever was about to happen would contain decidedly less oww. And also incite fewer urges to kill.
One could only hope.
But those hopes were dashed when she produced two outfits on hangers and held them out for him to take a good look at.
"Okay, which one do you like better?"
Obliging for the sake of not upsetting her, he studied the two presented ensembles carefully with the intention of deciding which was superior to the other.
The first was a short pink dress.
The second was...also a short pink dress.
And while he could see some small difference. One had a white ribbon in the front and the other had a blue. Overall they looked exactly the same to him. Same length. Same cut. Same brand from the same shop even. They were practically identical, even to his eyes. Yet she was waiting eagerly for him to choose one as better? Her smile was too wide for him to say anything negative so he shrugged.
"Err..." Daniel cleared his throat, then asked, "Which one do you like better?"
He instantly knew that it was the wrong question to ask because she frowned when he said it. "I don't know. That's why I'm asking you! Which one's better?"
"Uhh..." the Android suddenly found himself reduced to the basic vocabulary of your average caveman. "I say..." He looked back and forth between the two garments, then randomly pointed at one, the one with the white ribbon. "That one." If he was going to be subjected to this torture, he was going to give himself a bit better view later when she was actually wearing the thing. Maybe he could regret later.
She turned to study the one he had chosen before giving him a dubious look. "Are you sure?"
He nodded. "Definitely. That one for sure."
"Are you really sure?"
"Yes."
"You're not just messing with me?"
He had to fight down the urge to slam his face into the table.
"No, I'm not!"
"So you're sure that this one is better?" she raised the hanger he had pointed to.
"Do you want to wear that?"
"I don't know!"
"Fine, then wear the other one!" he sighed, exasperated, pointing to the other hanger.
Emma's frown grew darker, and she huffed, "I knew you weren't taking this seriously!"
"They look exactly the same!"
"Are you blind? They're completely different!"
"Then you pick one!" He groaned, exasperated.
"I'm taking both!" The nine year old tossed both dresses over one arm and put her other hand on her hip. "You can't even tell the difference between two dresses" She turned and stomped off, with a cheeky grin on her face, snickering to herself, leaving her Android to stare at the table and try to think if there actually was a difference between those two outfits.