[That got a sniffly sort of laugh, buried into her pillows, before she turned to open up the link and set it to be read aloud to her. Right away, it tugged out a smile. She rolled around in bed while her datapad read it out to her, optics offline while she tried to imagine what neon grass would be like. Afterwards, she went back to her messages and texted Ratchet back]

Oh! Oh, I liked that! 🥰🏎️🥰