"Yes yes yes! Fry likes friends, he has good friends, and he misses his friends. Especially his best friend." I.P. stops for like half a second, head tilting and ears flopping, and has a tiny bit less energy. "And his Leela, who is his other best friend."

Fry walks up and puts his hands in his pockets, shrugging a little shrug, as if to say 'she's not wrong.'

"But he's good at making friends in new places, oh yes," says I.P. "But only when those places are really different from other places he's been."

"Waaaay different," says Fry.

Which is certainly specific as far as conditions go.