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Not even Wensleydale.
"Not even Wensleydale?" The heartbreak in Wallace's voice made Gromit look up into the face of his friend and master of many years in shock before he turned to face Wendolene, and he saw the realisation on her face that she had made a mistake.
"Got to be on my way," she said, sending Wallace a clear look; she was hoping that the inventor would overlook the fact that she did not share Wallace's love for cheese and that they could be friends, and maybe even more. Gromit looked up into the face of the inventor, and to the dog's horror, Wallace looked almost catatonic with heartbreak.
She didn't like cheese, and she couldn't even eat it since it brought her out in a rash. What did it matter if she didn't like cheese? Gromit liked things that Wallace wasn't a fan of, so why would it matter now with Wendolene? And besides, if she had a health condition when it came to cheese, surely Wallace wasn't so selfish to dismiss it so casually?
They liked each other.
Surely that was good for something?
Apparently not.
Wendolene, realising that Wallace wasn't going to reply or even shake his head and offer her something better for a refreshment, did up her coat and her smile fell off her face. "Got to be on my way," she said, trying to sound cheerful and upbeat, but Gromit could see the hurt in her eyes, "come on, Preston."
She tapped in a few controls on the remote control Wallace had built to control the newly revamped Preston - personally, Gromit was in two minds when it came to the cyber-dog; on the one hand, Gromit was amazed and even impressed with the skill that Wendolene's inventor father had shown in the workmanship behind the robot's construction; sure, it had gone wrong and a good chunk of Gromit would have preferred it if the robot had simply been melted down or if Wallace and Wendolene mutually felt it would be better if the pieces of the robot which had come out of the dog food machine had simply been left in those tins.
But truthfully, the logical part of Gromit was aware of the fact Preston's actions were not his fault. His computer brain had been malfunctioning, either because of a simple fault or because Wendolene's father had made a mistake that might have seemed small a few years ago which would have later become serious.
Meanwhile on the other hand Gromit had to admit the other dog, despite being a robot, was an excellent companion for the lonely young woman. But he was disappointed and dismayed Wallace was now prepared to let her slip away when there was a clear attraction between the pair of them.
Gromit was snapped out of his thoughts when Wallace slowly began to retreat back into the house; he wished he had a voice to protest against the treatment Wendolene was taking, but he didn't.
The look on Wallace's face was one of heartbreak.
But Gromit was willing to bet Wendolyne's heart was shattered into little bits.