AN: Because I love writing a clueless Jeffrey ;D
A Drone Named Jeffrey
Chapter Five
Ice Cream
"This is ice cream."
I stared at the small container Riley wielded before me. "Okay?"
"It has magical properties and makes everything that is crap become better."
"Really?"
Riley flopped down in the chair beside me, holding her container of ice cream close while aiming the remote controller at the television in the house. "Not really. But it has enough sugar to make me think it's true."
"So, it's like your chocolate?"
"Yep…but chocolate is better."
I sat hunched up with my back leaning against the door of the garage and my arms wrapped around my legs as Riley flipped through the channels. "Are we doing another sappy movie marathon like last month?"
"Why do you accept my dad's soaps but not my sappy movies? You got something against my movies, Jeffrey? Huh?"
I lifted my hands to protect my sensitive plating from Riley's burning glare. "No! I just…don't find them as interesting."
I didn't even have time to react as the remote came flying towards my helm. It bounced off the side of my face plate and landed beside Riley's chair. The human glared, curling her arms protectively around her container of ice cream. "I hate you."
I stared. "Is this another human thing you don't want to talk about?"
"Yes."
Riley glared, and I shrugged, turning back to watch the movie she had found before losing her mind. "Fine."
"Don't get snarky with me."
"I'm not!" Riley gave me another glare before huffing and spearing her ice cream with a spoon. "Are we going to put Kool-Aid in the neighbor's pool again to make you feel better?"
"Heck yeah!"