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Chapter 7

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Jordan was lying on her living room floor, staring straight up at the ceiling trying to ignore the annoying little bot poking her in the side.

"You can't seriously be doing this right now." Roddy complained. "I should be doing this. This is something I'd do."

"You don't own the stock on moping. I can lie and brood at my ceiling if I want to." She said frowning.

"Come on you can't lay on the floor doing nothing all day."

"Watch me." she closed her eyes.

Several minutes passed by in silence before being broken by the tiny bot. "So... whatever happened to them?"

"Hm?"

"The other two kids from the pictures... I'm going to assume that they are your brother and sister."

"This is our home now Jordan."

"This isn't our home Alex. We have our own normal lives, responsibilities and people that care about us back in our own universe."

Jordan sighed through her nose before sitting up. "Are you hungry?"

"... Uh... maybe... but I doubt you have any engex..."

"Yeah fresh out... but maybe with the whole different universe thing maybe something in the kitchen will suffice." she said as she pushed herself off the floor.

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"I'll never get how you humans can stand eating the way you do."

A glare was shot his way. "That better not be a shot at my cooking."

"Nah nah... it smells... good."

"... You are making fun of my cooking."

"Well I just don't see how you fleshies can stand eating the flesh of others."

"Because it tastes good." she said as she turned the chicken.

"Whatever."

Jordan fixed him with a flat stare. He grinned at he cheekily as she rolled her eyes and returned to her cooking. "The last time I had some mechs here they didn't refuse my cooking. They really liked my cooking."

"Wait this has happened before?"

"Well not exactly. The last time they were somehow turned into humans... hm... Maybe something liquid would suffice for you..." She opened the refrigerator. "Okay so I've got iced coffee, powerade and redbull..." she glanced at the mech. "Yeah... no redbull for you. So powerade or coffee. Pick your poison." she said pulling out the two drinks.

Pick my poison indeed. Rodimus thought as he eyed the bottles warily. There is no guarantee that this won't kill me... "If this has happened before how'd they get back home again?"

"Luck of the klutz. And no I don't really know how they scienced it either. Now stop dallying and choose."

"I guess give me the red stuff." he flapped a hand at the drink.

Jordan grabbed the bottle and opened a cupboard to frown at her glassware. "Hm..." she glanced over at the stove and flipped off the switch or the burner. "Gimme a minute." she said jogging out of the room. She returned carrying a thimble. "This should easy enough for you." she said as she rinsed it out and filled it.

Roddy frowned at the thimble before taking it in hand and stared at it.

"Bottoms up." she said before returning to her cooking.