She examined the canapés on a tray borne by a smart-waiter, a robotic servant, and looked at the machine in disfavour.
"If you have any special dietary requirements, please state them, sir or madam," the robot intoned.
"If you tell it you can't eat people, it freezes up," said a voice behind her. "Repeats the same apology over and over again until someone reboots it. Cheap models."
It was Byerly Vorrutyer.
"I do not," she stated, "wish to know how you came by this knowledge."
"A scientific spirit of enquiry, I assure you," he said. "You are the most beautiful sight in this dreadful squeeze, milady. Might I have the honour of the next dance?" He bowed to her elegantly.
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