(Pointing at my computer) Thats Sayaka. That's Madoka. Thats Homura. They wear cool clothes. I like them.
My tired mom: That's great baby :) did the nice man from Wendys call back about a job?
Me: No. (points back at computer) That's Kyoko. She's from a different city
Sometimes as an autistic person, thinking that people like me and enjoy my company/wanna be my friend feels akin to when people think the stripper is in love with them.