Bubbles was laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling. He seemed quite content, watching the glimmers of brilliant light from the glass ornament Flint gave him as they danced across the room.
"I told you it was pretty, ED-E."
The machine, a gift from his friend Wastelander, hovered in the corner, playing jazz over the radio. It acknowledged him with a chirp.
The brass bot huffed bubbles from his open mouth, then sat up, jerking his hat to one side and yanking it back down to sit properly as he waited a beat before talking again.
"I should finish my painting, that's what I should do! I promised Flint I'd do it! And.. and then I have to paint for Wastelander, too!"
He grinned, pulling himself onto the stool in front of his easel. The canvas looked just about as messy as his room did--he, the floor, and even ED-E were practically covered in paint from his eager endeavors with the paintbrush.
"I think I'll paint him a desert.. ohh! A desert in a beer bottle! How's that sound, ED-E?"
The machine offered no response this time. He shrugged, picking up his palette and paintbrush and resuming his work.
