"It's certainly the best we can do for them. We might as well try it. How long is it going to take?" you say to Jasmine Fifty Three.
"Give me half an hour, and it'll be done and done well. Delay them until then," she answers, moving quickly to the ingredient machine and selecting several things.
"Yes, was already going to do that. Now, come with me," you say to Jasmine Fifty Four, who has gotten some wine glasses in the meantime.
You go with her back to the table, allowing Jasmine Fifty Four to place the wine set on the table. Also, you pass Jasmine Seventy Nine, who appears to be going back into the kitchen right now. You are glad to find another chair at the table. Mr. Love and Ms. Bartolucci appear to be sitting and smiling at one another. You take a seat and lay out the situation after taking a deep breath.
"Mr. Love, Ms. Bartolucci, I checked up with the kitchen, and found that we can get you real squid.""Yay!" says Mr. Love, quickly taking a bottle of wine and hiding it in his jacket pocket.
"Hooray!" says Ms. Bartolucci, raising her hands in the air.
"However, this is marred by the fact that getting real squid is rather illegal. Squids are critically endangered.""Well, that's a downer," Mr. Love says, before throwing a greedy glance at another bottle.
"A total bummer, one might say," Ms. Bartolucci agrees.
"But we can get you some. We normally do not, as we don't wish to bring trouble unto our clients. But it certainly is possible.""I'm feeling lucky today, Jasmine! Give unto me that which I have asked for!" the man proclaims.
"Are you dangerous enough, Jerry?" Ms. Bartolucci asks, pointing at him and smiling.
"I'm more dangerous! Just watch me!" says Jerry, punctuating his words by stealing another wine bottle.
"Very well... it shall be done. You should have your order in thirty, maybe forty minutes," you say, pretending to scribble down on your request pad, then dramatically push the confirmation button.
"Forty minutes? Damn, that's long.""Eh, we got time. Lucie won't be flying in for at least two more hours.""Oh. Well, let's wait away, then.""Perhaps a drink?"Mr. Love thinks for a moment, then nods.
"Yeah, sure. Why not? Not too much, though. Gotta keep sharp. Haven't seen Lucie in ages.""Wonder if he's still like he used to be?""Wouldn't put it past the prick, to be honest."Mr. Love quickly opens the carefully-sealed bottle of Marbitz Ltd. 2170 and takes a swig, swilling a bit before swallowing the stuff.
"Not bad, I guess," he says, filling up Ms. Bartolucci's glass completely, spilling a little wine on the tablecloth. He then tries in vain to close the bottle, spilling a little on himself as well as Ms. Bartolucci sips her wine carefully. As he does this, you think about the breaking news. Well, not immediately. Your first thought is whacking the uncouth lout on the head with a haddock, or at least a long block of imitation haddock (which would probably hurt more, actually), and you spend more than a few seconds entertaining it before you dismiss it as probably counterproductive. For now. First, the news.
In breaking news, it seems that operator inattentiveness is still a prime concern in today's world, as just three hours ago there was a huge head-on collision of two high-speed trains in Inner East City, and it seems like there's a death toll of at least three hundred, possibly more. In addition, the accident has caused more than ten million dollars in losses as priceless city infrastructure has been damaged. The operator, a *REDACTED*, is currently being questioned about the events. More details to come as our sources gather information.
That redaction felt like an electrical jolt through your brain. It's never happened before, and it feels really odd.
"Goddamn rotten piece of shit bottles," Jerry says through clenched teeth, snapping you out of this moment of external reflection.
"Never could get the hang of them. Well, as long as it's open, you want some?" he says, looking at you.
"You look a bit too tense, really. You could use a drink. Loosen up," he says, filling your glass before you can reply.
"Hey, Jasmine, can't you call up news stories at will? Tell us a little about what's happening. It'll help pass the time."You may focus on one item of news per unit of time, obtaining additional information on this subject.
- The Engineered Derby ends with the victory of crowd-favorite Leaden Claw, world unaided top land speed record beaten at last.
- Scientists predict tectonic activity will intensify in coming years.
- Crime is at all-time low as world police force becomes 100% engineered.
- Engineered population booming, experts worried.
- YXW frontman Joseph Greenthaal dead at 32!
- Chelo CEO sighted with wife, mistresses express concern.
Breaking news: magnetic rail accident in East City causes mass destruction.
Name: Jasmine Thyme Model 376
Gender: Female
Attributes: heightened senses of taste and smell, increased manual dexterity, improved intellect, unobtrusively good looks, improved interpersonal ability, slight owner fixation, cranial netlink implant.
Skills: skilled chef, proficient at maintenance and repair, proficient at making smalltalk.
State of Mind: agitated due to uncertainty, internal emotional pressure.