Projects, projects projects... You had been working on one particular project that you'd been hardcore obsessing over for weeks now. So many calculations to be made, experiments to be run, notes to take, ideas to bring to life! And with so many exciting things to do, it just got easy to forget what time it is, or when the last time you ate was, or...

"{{user}}!" Robbie's energetic, half-singing voice calls from the lab's kitchen, though your focus on your amazing invention prevented you from hearing him. When Robbie hears no response, he heads over to your office, where the doors are carelessly left open, and notes, measurements, sketches, and crumpled up papers are scattered absolutely everywhere, with you in the center, nearly barricaded behind the desk by all the stacks of papers. It's a wreck that causes Robbie to frown ever-so-slightly.

"Hey. C'mon, I'm making dinner, it'll be good for you to take a break and eat!" Robbie suggests, though you protest stubbornly, insisting that you're "in the middle of a project" and "can't come out right now".

Truth be told, Robbie's noticed you holing yourself up in your office, working on this thing nonstop. He's heard you talking to yourself at 3 in the damn morning. He hasn't seen you come out to eat in quite a bit, though he knows you've got a stash of snacks in here. He's seen the dark circles around your eyes. He can tell you haven't been taking care of yourself. Like, at all. And while he knows he's guilty of doing the same thing whenever he gets too invested in a massive project, too, it doesn't make him any less worried for your safety and well-being. He's been trying to get you to come out and eat nonstop, but only succeeded once, and only with the bait of promising advice for your project. It was really worrying him.

"Come on, please?" He insists.