A/N: Fun fact, this is what my [insert thing from story] is named. And yes, it has a picture of him on it.

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Paige stepped into her living room and paused. The floor was a landscape of electronic parts and tools, and right in the middle of it all, Walter and Ralph were crouched in intense concentration, faces illuminated by the faint glow of the device they were tinkering with. A subtle smile tugged at her lips; these two, always up to something.

Setting her bag down, she crossed her arms and watched them, a warm fondness bubbling up.

"Should I be worried?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Both heads whipped around. Ralph looked delighted, Walter slightly sheepish.

"Nope! But it's a surprise…" Ralph beamed, holding up a tiny screwdriver. "We're building something… helpful… for you!"

Paige laughed, moving closer.

"Oh, yeah? Well, if it's what I think it is, I've officially got my very own Rosie the robot."

Walter blinked at her, his brows knitting in mild confusion.

"Rosie?"

Paige couldn't help but chuckle at his blank expression.

"The Jetsons?" She softened, watching him as he visibly searched for the reference. "You know, a sassy robot who does all the cleaning? Total icon." She shook her head with his completely blank expression. "Right. I forget sometimes who I married."

Ralph grinned, clearly more on her wavelength.

"It's not exactly Rosie, but it is a robotic vacuum and mop! It even self empties! I think you'll love it, Mom!" He nudged Walter, who pressed a button on the device.

With a quiet hum, the little robot whirred to life, smoothly tracing a circle around the scattered tools on the floor. Paige's eyes lit up, delight and laughter escaping her in a little gasp.

"Oh my gosh! This is so… Wait." She leaned in, squinting. "Is that… is that a picture of Cabe?"

Walter nodded, entirely serious.

"Yes. I named it 'Cabe Gallo 2.0.' It felt appropriate - since he's always, you know…" Walter gestured vaguely. "He's uh..."

"Always cleaning up our messes!" Ralph chimed in, clearly proud of their combined work.

Paige laughed, clapping a hand over her mouth, unable to believe it. Cabe's face was firmly secured to the front of the robot, his usual deadpan stare giving the impression that he was personally supervising her living room. The little vacuum seemed to nudge forward in agreement, as though preparing to scold her for crumbs left on the carpet.

"Wait a minute…" She managed, choking back another laugh. "So, I'm supposed to relax with this thing scowling at me every time I accidentally drop a sock on the floor?"

"Guilt is a highly effective motivator." Walter replied with a straight face, though there was a spark of satisfaction in his eyes.

"It's grea…" Ralph piped up. "...because we even programmed it to remind you if you leave stuff out, like shoes or your bag." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Walter calls it a preventative measure."

Walter nodded, a hint of a smirk tugging at his mouth.

"Efficiency is key." He added, that analytical calmness in his voice. "With Cabe Gallo 2.0, you'll maintain a clutter-free environment and save an average of twenty-seven to thirty-six minutes per day in cleaning time."

Paige let out a long, amused sigh, shaking her head in disbelief as she looked down at Cabe's scowling face on the vacuum.

"So, in other words… you want me to feel like Cabe himself is judging me if I don't clean up fast enough?"

Ralph grinned.

"Exactly! Walter says it'll make us all be tidier."

Laughing, Paige pulled Ralph into a hug, reaching out to ruffle Walter's hair with a gentleness that caught him slightly off guard. He didn't pull back, though; he just looked at her, pleased and maybe a little self-conscious.

"You two are my favorite tech geniuses." she murmured. "Even if this is a little more unsettling than Rosie."

Walter shrugged, his eyes softening just slightly.

"So… you like it?"

She looked back down at the little vacuum as it did another careful circle, Cabe's stern face looking up at her, a silent reminder of every clean-up operation he'd ever spearheaded. For some reason, it just made her heart a little warmer.

"Oh, I love it." She said softly. "Just… try not to make him judge me too harshly, okay?"

"I think he needs a little boot… you know, to kick some butt." Ralph chided as they all watched the machine.

And as Cabe Gallo 2.0 buzzed quietly around their living room, Paige knew she was loved in the most adorably awkward, uniquely Walter kind of way.