Sadde doesn't seem quite able to focus on homework at the moment. He's fidgeting, and sometimes stares off into space for long periods of time before James has to snap him out of it.
"And I could now theoretically dance, but I haven't picked it up."
"...oooh! That sounds like a thing I'd enjoy. Is that a thing you'd enjoy? We could learn to dance together."
"I'm a very busy person. I'm not sure I have room for dance lessons."
"...Right now? I'm. Not sure you quite appreciate how many robots I have to build to be back up to a full flock."
"Well, 'need', I didn't use to have this many, but the more I have the more spread-out I can be and taking a coordinator role is more and more obviously the right place for me to be, I want twenty-five."
"Fixing them is faster, but I've already fixed the ones I can fix from today, so yeah, going forward."
"Is this going to be a persistent problem? I'm usually tinkering for hours every day. I mean, I guess some of it's compatible with you having your head in my lap but my actual attention will be on the programming or what have you."
"I'm mostly joking. I mean, I would like more kisses, but it's not, like, a desperate need, nor going to make me sad, or anything. Um. In general that's a good thing to assume, I'm a very dramatic person. That said, my head on your lap is actually a great idea."
"Well," she says, looking at her completed dinner remnants, "I don't have to get up much when I've got bots to fetch and carry, so if you want to lounge while I build, go for it."
He glances at the remains as well, and blinks. "I, uh, actually should probably eat something before that, but after?"
"Sure. Bots will let you in. I will probably not say hi depending on how fuguey I am."