[He'd made a curious attempt at getting one of the Droids to make Camembert cheese, which had ended catastrophically if he could get away with saying as much himself, but there was something inherently hilarious about wandering into one of the labs to find a guy in aviator shades sitting on the floor surrounded by what had to be at least twelve bottles of liquid.]

[Apparently, none of these liquids were what he wanted, which as Adrien lingered in the doorway and slowly shifted to lean against it listening, he discovered the wants included apple juice and coffee. Two very different drinks, which struck him as both odd and comical simultaneously, but mostly it was the fact that he was sitting there talking a Droid's lack of ears off.]

I don't wanna be the bearer of bad news or anything, but I don't think the Droids are that great with conversation.