"No, no," she says, rolling her eyes. "But I totally think you'd make a robot you to make out with sometimes."

J's sighing gets him picked up and poked at. "I'm holding you to that!" What she remembers of J makes her think hugging him might not be totally comfortable, but they'd make do.

"Put him in a pillow," she says, "oh! Oh, like a pillow pet." She imagines a stag beetle pillow pet with a speaker, idly.