"Love the old flying disc you have out there," Zana said to the android behind the counter. "Is it a genuine antique?"
"Flying disc?" said the robot, tilting its head. Its welcoming smile stayed plastered. "Of course, Miss. A complete meal or just the disc? We have singles, double and triple layer, all the way up to quintuple layer. They're popular with customers with sideways-going mouths, like the Ughurzoids. Our range of condiments allow for over six-hundred combinations!"
"Can't wait. What I meant was the big flying saucer sign you got hovering over the roof." Zana pointed upwards. The android gazed up at the ceiling, searching, smiling.
The girls exchanged looks.
"And that's including our range of sauces," the youthful android continued, head still upturned. "Which are made here, under the roof. Not over it. Customers are never wrong but in this instance you are."
The fixed grin was disconcerting. Perhaps a fuse had blown. Even while he spoke the sides of his mouth stayed brightly up, producing only single smile lines in the flawless rosy cheeks.
Rivqua stretched for a glance over the counter. The plastic youngster had no legs. His body went all the way down to the floor, attached to tracks that crisscrossed the whole kitchen.
"You've never seen it, have you?"
"Seen what, Miss?"
"What I mean is, you're always here. Right here. Serving customers. It's all you do."
"That's correct, Miss! And I am happy to take your order!"
It was impossible for him to beam even more but somehow he did.
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