She'd take a separate bedroom if that was what he wanted her to do, but she'd just as soon share a room with him. This was a miraculous occurrence, the ability to be a couple in everything, not her as his hologram beloved. Even though she knew she was already beloved, she could feel it, even in hologram form.
And, nonsense. She only has eyes for K. She's met several men during her time here already and while many of them seemed nice enough, they didn't stir her as K did. Even if she hadn't already been bonded to him, she feels as though she would have become so anyway. His thoughtfulness, his compassion, his willingness to follow clues where they led instead of where he thought they should lead. And that he was handsome. Yes, very handsome. All of those things alone were powerful allures, but all combined they made a sweet confection of a Replicant man and she'd rapidly found that she loved sweets.
And Joi nods at his statement. She's already had so many things surprise her new taste buds, she assumed that cider would do the same. And the thought of dinner, of him asking her what she wanted! "I suppose I should ask for a salad with grilled salmon. But what I really want is a strawberry milkshake! Are there strawberries here?" Because there weren't back home. Despite that, she'd always wanted to try one. And she'd cook by his side, they were equals, true equals now.
Joi would be overjoyed to help him cook in the here and now. She'd had things like Chinese noodles programmed in, she'd love to make them with K, take them from being dough to tossing them and tossing them until they became fully fledged noodles on their own. And she wondered what other thrills of cooking could be found. Real, homemade bread? French Onion Soup? Things considered decadent and only available to the very rich? Here?
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And, nonsense. She only has eyes for K. She's met several men during her time here already and while many of them seemed nice enough, they didn't stir her as K did. Even if she hadn't already been bonded to him, she feels as though she would have become so anyway. His thoughtfulness, his compassion, his willingness to follow clues where they led instead of where he thought they should lead. And that he was handsome. Yes, very handsome. All of those things alone were powerful allures, but all combined they made a sweet confection of a Replicant man and she'd rapidly found that she loved sweets.
And Joi nods at his statement. She's already had so many things surprise her new taste buds, she assumed that cider would do the same. And the thought of dinner, of him asking her what she wanted! "I suppose I should ask for a salad with grilled salmon. But what I really want is a strawberry milkshake! Are there strawberries here?" Because there weren't back home. Despite that, she'd always wanted to try one. And she'd cook by his side, they were equals, true equals now.
Joi would be overjoyed to help him cook in the here and now. She'd had things like Chinese noodles programmed in, she'd love to make them with K, take them from being dough to tossing them and tossing them until they became fully fledged noodles on their own. And she wondered what other thrills of cooking could be found. Real, homemade bread? French Onion Soup? Things considered decadent and only available to the very rich? Here?