He shrank a little at the frown.

"Well, some fishies are supposed to be in containers, `cause they'd die out in the water.. and glass is, um.. that thing!" 

One hand extended, pointing in the general direction of one of Flint's many blown glass ornaments that he'd hung up in his room. The automaton grinned at the way they reflected light, bubbles drifting from his hat. Blue eyes snapped back to the fishy version of himself seconds later.

"Two hundred?"

He let out a dramatic gasp. Although not entirely sure how old he was himself, he knew for a fact that two hundred was a long, long time ago. 

He rolled over onto his side, his curls falling inelegantly around his brass face. 

"A fishbowl's a glass thing people use to hold fishies when they wanna keep them as pets. It keeps them and the water all together so it doesn't go flopping around on the floor!"

Bubbles giggled at the thought of a flopping fish, but only briefly. A moment later, he'd forgotten what he was laughing about and propped himself up, leaning forward to peer at him in fascination. 

"Coral reef? Whoa! Ours is made of.. uh.. wood and bricks and stuff. I don't know. They use lots of stuff to make houses on land, 'cause it doesn't float like in water. It's weird."

The automaton raised one hand, prodding Jon's tail a few times in fascination.

"Underwater? Oh gee!"

He somehow managed to grin wider, listening and criss-crossing his legs. The water in his chassis sloshed as he shifted.

"Yeah, me and my brothers live on land. I'm the only one who can do the water thing. Rabbit's more of a fire kind of guy, and Geode's mostly earth."

The bot rocked back and forth where he sat, more bubbles spouting from his hat. He looked positively pleased to have his bubbles complimented.

"I'll ask Peter for fins, and then I can go visit YOUR verse and swim around a bunch!"

He wriggled.

"My room's the colorful-est! I picked everything in here all by myself!"

That would explain why nothing in the room matched. Pink satin comforter, blue pillows, and a bright orange bedroom set where the least of the garish clashing catastrophes in the room. It was like letting a toddler go shopping.

"You were BUILT that way? Whoa!"

Bubbles pursed his lips a little, watching the koi in fascination. He sat down on the ground so that the the other bot didn't have to prop himself up.

"Because I was built this way! I'm watery enough to act like a fish, though. I can even go underwater without shorting out!"

He looked down at himself, frowning in contemplation.

He bounced excitedly, leaning over and inspecting the bot with big, blue eyes. A plethora of bubbles sputtered from the opening on his top hat, practically filling the room. 

"Isn't it?! I've never seen another me before!"

The automaton grinned from ear to ear. He paused, then tipped his head to one side slowly like a befuddled dog.

Bubbles was used to portals cropping up randomly in his bedroom; because of his core, anomalies like that were common. What he wasn't used to was people on the other side.

He sat up as the portal opened, curiously crawling forward. The tubes of water poking out of his collar bubbled and gushed to express his curiosity.

"What is--gadzooks!" 

He propped himself up on his knees, then fumbled backward, standing up to stare at what looked like a fishy version of himself.

"Uhmmmm.." 

He bounced on his heels, joints rattling and water sloshing in his chassis.

"Really tall!"

Baby blue eyes widened as the stranger dropped safety pins. Plopping down on the floor, he began to pick them up and inspect them, haphazardly pinning up the front of his pants with whichever ones he picked up. Clearly, there was no attempt at being organized or making a pattern. 

"Thank you a lot, mister--ooooor miss." 

His head tilted, squinting for a moment, before jerking back to the task of picking up pins.