Tootsie looked down at the blanket they were sitting on; this picnic was definitely not going as planned. First of all, MegaGirl had gotten offended when he said she was prettier than any cow he'd ever seen. He couldn't see anything wrong with it; any girl on his home planet would have swooned to be called such. Dating an overly-intelligent robot was a lot harder than he had expected it to be.

"Would you like some more?" He said, holding out the last piece of chicken that had been sitting on the plate in front of him.

"No." She was still angry at him.

"Aw, MegaGirl. Don't be mad with me, I 'as just trying to be nice."

He could see that he was starting to sway her. Ever since they had enhanced her programming, she hadn't been quite as mechanic as when they had first met.

"I am not angry. I am a robot; we are incapable of ingesting human nourishment."

He sighed. "I don' understand what that means."

"I cannot eat your food."

He hadn't thought about that. She had a mouth, so it seemed natural to him that it would be used for the sort of things he used it for.

"That's alright. Neither could my cousin, 'cause she was a stack of hay. So, what do you use your mouth for then?"

"Talking, assessing the acidity of the atmosphere and this." She kissed him quickly on the mouth.

"Oh," he said, "I didn't know you could do that!"

"Well, now you know."