You and Donnie were hanging out, geeking out about tech and robots.

“Oh, by the way,” He said, his eyes lighting up as some sort of drone robot entered the room. “This is my robot, Sheldon.” Donnie says as he pats the robot on the head, Sheldon turned to you. “Sup.”

You greeted it back, when you remembered you had a robot of your own. You told Donnie about it, him nodding as you went on. “Cool.” He looked at his robot, then back at you. “They shall have play dates.” He chuckled.