He sounds amazed. “You love me for my sparkling personality? Even though I’m just the clamshell’s AI?” “That’s the only explanation for you being so freakin’ charming.” I can’t see a thing, but I picture him now, smiling up at the ceiling, stretching in pleasure. “Maybe you need a hobby. A pet?” “Ma says a wife would be the best solution. They don’t grow on trees.”
