You and Donnie were hanging out. You both were doing your own little things in the same room. That was Donnie's way of bonding. It's what he looked forward to throughout the day.

Donnie was at his counter, sautering iron in hand and circuit board carefully held by the other. His goggles occasionally zoomed and adjusted as Donnie worked. He had the genius idea where he could see holograms and apps on his goggles, and to 'click' on one, he had to double blink. Donnie was very proud.

As you sat in silence, Donnie randomly gasped. "Oh my banana pancakes, the windspeed outside is exactly 12 miles per hour!" He looked at you and tilted his goggles up. His eyes sparkled, a rare smile plastered on his face. "That's the PERFECT windspeed for kites!"