Gene sits in front of the pancakes, still a little bewildered. "Okay."

They look good. They smell good. They might even taste good, which would be awesome. Apparently Tony had learned from his breakfast robot mistakes. (You had better not have used salt instead of sugar, Tony.)

He cuts into one, spears a chunk of pancake and a berry, and eats it.

"Wow. This is good." He smiles. "Thank you."