"French Vanilla... Sea Breeze... Citrus Twist..."
Omega stood by as Rouge looked through the atypical supply of scented candles at the marketplace, a frown on her face. He couldn't tell what the big decision was about, presumably because he lacked the capacity to smell.
"Hmm... What do you think, Megs?"
"INSUFFICIENT DATA. QUERY: WHAT DOES 'TROPICAL STORM' SMELL LIKE?"
Rouge looked over at the shelf, squinting as she looked for the particular candle Omega was referring to. "I dunno, maybe fruits and rain?"
"FOLLOW UP: WHAT ABOUT 'WINTER WONDERLAND'?"
"Uh..." Rouge still had yet to find the first candle Omega had asked about. "...mint, maybe? No wait, can you even make a mint scented candle?"
"WHAT ABOUT 'EAGER BEAVER'? 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY'? 'DRAGONFLY MEMORIES'? 'IN THE MOOD FOR SOME ATTITUDE'? 'TEEN SPIRIT'?"
"Okay, you definitely made at least half of those up."
"NEGATIVE." Omega rapid fire pointed out every candle with every name he had just said. "CONCLUSION: THESE ARE NOT VALID SCENTS. THEY MUST BE TAKEN AND ANALYZED."
"Omega-"
Rouge gave up when she saw her robot cram as many candles as he could into his chest storage compartment. She rubbed at her forehead with a sigh. "You could have at least tried for some discretion..."
Omega finished stocking up on candles, pulling Rouge away from the shelf before they could be spotted. "NEGATIVE. YOU WERE TAKING TOO LONG. I MADE THE DECISION FOR YOU."
Rouge sighed, exhausted but still fond. "Okay, okay, fine. But you're going to have to figure out what to do with all these candles."
Omega processed the challenge for a moment. "A SEANCE?"
"Sounds creepy and like a terrible idea." Rouge grinned. "I'm in."