"...ooh, yeah, that, too, I hadn't actually thought about that part."

"What part were you thinking of then?"

"The part where there's a lot of awesome stuff happening because your bots are awesome! Super tech!"

Giggle.

"It may come as a surprise to you that I'm in fact kind of a nerd."

"Nooooo, you? A nerd about capes, even, I never."

"I know, right, who'da thunk."

"Not I. My imagination was not equipped to produce such slander of your character."

"But unfortunately it's true. We can't change our natures, after all."

"Then you are doomed. Doomed to nerd-dom."

"Completely. I should get some horn-rimmed glasses and tweed jackets."

"Ew, tweed."

"I can feel it calling for me."

"But your all-white look is so flattering."

"Oh, it's only my secret identity that will wear tweed jackets and horn-rimmed glasses, couldn't have people track me down by wearing the same when out in costume."

"Well then. I'm out of arguments. I will succumb helplessly to tweed."

"The tweed isn't even the worst part. There's also the being-obnoxious-about-everything part."

"Oh no. That one might be a dealbreaker."

"I'm dooooooomed!"

"Is there no way to save you?"

"Well, ancient scrolls speak of a forbidden secret..."

"Ooh?"

"I must be snuggled a lot. It's the only way."

"Gosh. How much is a lot?"

"That is not for us to know. Enough that the call of the tweed becomes only a dim voice in the back of my conscience."