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She puts a hand on his shoulder and leans in.

"I can have all that?" she asks, her rotors whirring and lifting her a little higher in excitement. "I want to try everything!" She pushes back so she can throw her hands in the air. If anything it seems this has been enough to completely distract her from her incessant curiosity about the nightmare fuel.

"You'll have plenty of time to work your way through the menu..." Optimus hums, still unsure if he should imply that this will be a long term thing. Perhaps it will be good to know if anything else other than the cave water can act as sustenance for them. Optimus isn't extremely worried about it running out, but he feels better when he has back ups of back ups.

He taps in one of each for the available energon sodas and one cave water. Beep beep boop.

"Anything else? Look, some of this is from Earth!" He points at a section for the organic food. "Let's not risk trying any of that, though. I don't think the medibay would be too impressed if I brought you in for unsupervised burger taste testing."

Twitch doesn't take what Optimus says about having plenty of time beyond face value. She is too entranced by the expansive menu to really care too much about anything else. She wants to try so many things, but a small bot of her size will likely barely be able to handle just the one or two drinks.

She start small for now. Maybe if she's feeling adventurous she'll come back and try a bunch more with Hashtag. Maybe there can be a competition, a game made out of it.

"How do they get things here from Earth?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"You know," he says with a hum as he watches the Vehicons start to gather their order. "I actually don't have any idea how. Perhaps the owner will shed some light."

Optimus puts his hands on his hips and spins on his heel delightedly. Twitch might like this next part.

"Now for part two! You get to pick wherever you want to sit. Next to one of the screens? Near a busy part of the aisle? In a seat that's within view of the kitchen? So many choices!"

Optimus sure was making this interesting! She scanned the room. This felt important somehow. Like she had to make the right choice.

That seat was too close to the door, that corner was too crowded, that table was too small for Optimus.

Flipping into drone mode she flew up closer to the ceiling to get a better assessment of the situation. Scanning the room she zipped over and shifted back into root mode on top of a table and waved Optimus over. Plenty of room, not too crowded or noisy but they could still watch the room for anything interesting. It was perfect!

He patiently stands and waits for her to make her selection, spark swelling with pride as he sees her start to clearly assess the situation for the best seat rather than picking one at random. Optimus hadn't quite expected her to put this much thought into it, and if he let himself express emotions properly, he might have shed a single tear of delight.

That's fine, though, he can just vocalise that to her. He strides over and slips into one of the seats immediately, beaming.

"Very well chosen! I was looking at a booth on the other side, but I think this one is far more sensible. Perfect distance from the counter to the door," He doesn't need to outright say her methods were good if he clearly approves of the results. "Would you like to take a picture?"

Twitch all but beams with pride and takes a seat. She had known the decision was important and she felt giddy at having chosen so well.

"Thank you!" She chirped, settling down just in time for the vehicons to bring their drinks.

She perked up again at the mention of a picture and nodded eagerly. She moved her way over to cozy up to Optimus' shoulder smiling for the picture. "We should send it to Megatron and Hashtag!" And later, when they finally made it back home again, she could show it to the rest of their family.

"Already sent!" he says cheerfully, and Twitch will likely pick up the ping on her comm as the message comes through. "And just in time, too, here comes the order."

A vehicon server has everything they put through spread out beautifully on a platter, a lovely rainbow of soda and energon and cave water, a proper little lay out for one hyperactive Terran. It'll be far too much for her in one go, but Optimus fully intends to take the soda back to her room for her. He, perhaps foolishly, trusts that she'll be sensible about it. There isn't so much there that she'd be hurt ingesting it all in one go, anyway! Sometimes things can be nice and harmless.

Whoops. Looks like he forgot to put in his own order... he's probably got something in his subspace. Optimus draws what he has out without really thinking or looking at it.

"That orange one looks interesting... I now understand with perfect clarity why it fascinated you so." He says idly, taking a little sip of the energon.

[OH GOD]

It is with the sheer willpower of a Commander who led the Autobots through a four million year long devastating war that Optimus does not immediately spit the Nightmare Fuel back out and make a huge fool of himself. He has some Prime nobility expectations, after all, and he curls a hand in front of his mouth as he wheezes slightly. From just a tiny amount! Where on Cybertron did she find this?

His windshield wipers go off a few times. A little bit of smoke floats out his smokestacks. It's fine. Twitch is probably too busy looking at the soda to notice.

Twitch's eyes widen as the display is set down in front of her.

"Oooo! I think I'm going to try this one first! No this one! Actually, this one!" she says quickly without a pause for thought in between. "I bet I can drink all of them--"

She turned to Optimus after grabbing the orange drink she had wanted so badly and frowned.

"Optimus? Are you okay?"

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