"A--"

Wheatley can't imagine why anyone would bring a picnic to this sort of thing, but he's already pegged the Dians as slightly eccentric, so to each their own, really. He glances from the couple to his moped and back again--it's a very red pill, blue pill moment, he thinks. Go home, turn the television on, try to turn out the buzzing, or go with Isaac and Miria and see how deep the rabbit hole goes.

"Sure, I--I don't see why not."