MacCready looked at the juice and shook his head. "I can't do cold things," he said, quiet and shameful. He'd done his best to hide his mouth from these people with their stupid sparkly perfect teeth. Warm was fine. Warm didn't hurt. Cold absolutely did. This guy...whoever he was, seemed pretty fussy about food. Almost like Wellingham only more willing to serve people who weren't of "particular breeding" or whatever the hell the robot was on about on a given day.
It wasn't something he'd ever noticed back home. Cold things weren't really on the menu. Room temperature, sure, but cold only came when you were desperate enough to drink from standing water somewhere. He avoided that like the plague. "Sorry," he added even softer, sounding genuinely remorseful about it.
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Date: 2017-02-25 05:51 am (UTC)It wasn't something he'd ever noticed back home. Cold things weren't really on the menu. Room temperature, sure, but cold only came when you were desperate enough to drink from standing water somewhere. He avoided that like the plague. "Sorry," he added even softer, sounding genuinely remorseful about it.