Date: 2007-11-19 03:41 am (UTC)
"Think I can help you there," John said, pushing the door open and coming in. "See, he normally gets things across by the tone of the beeps and chirps, since he knows you can't understand him. So if he sounded happy about the friend coming, then they probably are. If not, then they aren't coming. And so on."

John's ability to understand Artoo was definitely on a young Luke Skywalker level; he sort of guessed and had an intuition about it. That was probably due to the fact that he'd had a similar friend on board Moya - the DRD that he had lovingly named 1812 (for Tchaikovsky's Overture).

John had brought a tray-like thing with some gears attached to the bottom. "I put this together from some ride parts to help you with the drink serving, little guy. Don't know if it'll work, though."
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