[And true to his word, Chipp listens! To all of it, taking it all in as best he can!
(His brain moves fast, but being social isn't quite his forte. He's trying though, bless him.)]

... I don't think I got many subjects you'd wanna hear about. Unless you wanna tell me you into robotics, even though you 'fraid of'em.
Uh -
Speakin' of...

[Yeah, he wants to finally dig into his ice cream... but that means he's gotta take off his helmet.
The whole thing comes off in one motion, and he'll go ahead and put that on the floor by his feet -
And it'll take less than a second for Sonic to get why he wears it. That scowl is all his face can really do, and his voice is nearly monotone without the helmet's modulator adding emotion to his voice for him...
He's more robotic without the helmet than he is with it.

... But at least it means he's gonna get a spoonful of that ice cream!
And through a mouthful of it, because manners are for squares -]

Don't be afraid to just bring shit to me, though, ouais? Don't care what it is - if you wanna talk to me, I wanna hear it.
We both know what it's like, bein' stuck alone. Might as well stick together, at least a li'l.