He is kind of hopeless. Honestly, the looks his stylists had given him when he'd walked through the door spoke of just how hopeless he was. He had spent far too long looking at the television sets and the elevators, and it's actually a miracle that he made it down to this floor at all considering how he'd pushed buttons at random.

Basically: Cole could use someone to show him how to be a person. So when Dave pushes together the apple and the peanut butter, he takes a moment to stare at the choices. He asks one of the avoxes if he could have a knife to cut the apple, but they return with a plate of sliced ones so fast that it might as well have been magic.

One dip into the jar later, and Cole doesn't regret it.

"Thank you," he tells him, his face lighting up at the taste. Actually tasting something, needing to eat. Like a real person might. "They're both sweet. I understand. You should eat things that taste similar, shouldn't you?"