Robert
"I'm not too good with eye contact or... People skills either. But that's just my autism, i dont know about you" She tapped the side of her head faintly, half smiling at Margo.
Boy do I have some news for you, Margo..

She was already pretty much on Cosmo's level, low on the floor and the natural advantage of Being Short was always an added plus to this sort of thing.
Cautiously, she nodded at Margo, scratching under the beardie's chin with a quiet tutting noise of endearment.

Yep, she's officially in love.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean by him being lucky, but I'll take it as a compliment. And yeah, he'd never purposely hurt me- i hope- he's just learning to keep his mouth shut from now on. Like a good boy."

Cue more lizard petting
Charles
◆ "...Oh, that's a thing with autism?" Margo cautiously asked after a few moments. "I see. I... Man, do you mind if I just bounce a few quirks of mine off you? Because... Goddammit, since coming here I've had a lot more time to think about them and their root, and I'm starting to wonder if it's actually *That.*"

□ *That,* Of course, was autism, thinly veiled behind closed eyes and vague words. Part of admitting it seemed terrifying, but it also seemed as though it'd explain a lot of the things she felt: the skin-crawling disgust with eye contact, the sensory overload she got in huge noisy crowds, her rigorous need for routine... Her limited but exceptionally deep interests. As Violetta reached down to pet Cosmo, her mind was alight with thoughts, but she managed to set them aside for a moment once the other gal started to talk again.

▪︎ However, questions still burned the inside of her skull; she'd need to get them out quick.

◆ "...Yeah. I'll be honest, I don't get the appeal in dating a guy, but if he set you on fire accidentally and you stayed then shit, that's gotta be love." Margo chuckled. "Or whatever you'd wanna call it. I dunno, man."
Robert
"Of course, I'm no expert but I do experience it enough to form a judgement." She looked up at Margo from the floor, still scratching Cosmo with admiration for the scaled little monster.
Honestly, she never expected to find herself so... Fascinated by the dragon.

Not a word was a lie, her deep interest in flowers and animals- the limited fixations that dominated her childhood with a vice grip. Her crushing discomfort with crowds- much akin to Margo.
And one of the large factors: her monotonous natured voice and steel glare that goes abywhere but your eyes. Her aloof demeanor, the cynic black and white thinking of life's virtues.
And don't get me started on shutdowns and burnout

"I don't get the appeal either."

She sounded dead serious as she usually did with jokes- much akin to the joke about sunburn earlier.

"Kidding. He's handsome and means well, but like most men, he's an idiot."
Sorry men </3
Charles
◆ "I mean." A brief laugh rippled through her nasal cavity. "I'd be surprised if you lived with that shit every day and you still weren't able to... Y'know, man, pass off some sorta judgment for lack of better words. Anyways..."

□ Now, she had to figure out where to start with her questions. She already had an answer about her aversion to eye contact, that familiar squirm that took over anytime she was expected to look into someone's soul. But where did she go from here? Did she mention the sensory hell that was large crowds? Her chronic lack of ability to understand how others worked, or their emotions? The odd distaste for certain textures in her clothing and food?

▪︎ Needless to say, they were going to be here a while.

◆ "Yeah, huh? Guys are idiots; trust me, I know, I was born one, much as I hate it." A joke at her own expense, clearly. "Anyways, so... My first question, is a weirdly strict adherence to routine and the gut-wrenching feeling of something going wrong when it gets broken a thing with autism? Because I have a pretty regimented day, I've had it like that for years, and even if one thing gets scrambled I'm off as hell for the whole day, and I hate it. It'd be nice to have some answers."