CHATTY: "Kinky Maid has an interesting mix of flavors. Given your age and blanks in SRC patron database, I would wager you're sampling the stuff before you settle on a favorite, right?" Simon looks up from his drink.
"Oh, um, kinda. I don't do synthols often... I haven't found a favorite, yeah. I'm listening in to conversations of others about drinks or ask the bartenders when their other patrons drink at the time I make an order, so... yeah. Or if I don't have time, I try them out on the next SRC outpost we get to. Like this time. It's my fifth mix overall."
"How's Kinky Maid for you, then? Up to your palate, hopefully?" Simon thinks a little while Louise eyes him studiously.
"Flavorful, strong..." He takes another sip. "I'm not sure its the one I would call favorite."
"Don't fall for the drone's care for your preferences, Simon. They only want your - my credits by serving you mixes. I've told you, get a shot of a synthol and try singular flavors first."
"Sorry, aunt." Simon pauses for a second. "Wait, the bartender's a drone?"
"Yeah, changed his conversational programming on the fly. The voice, the syntax, all that jazz. You didn't notice?"
"Um, n-no?" Louise rolls her eyes.
"I need to get you some wetware implants, I swear..."
"Miss Pereres, you do not have to this rude to your nephew. Plus, I am a little surprised you did notice." Louise shrugs.
"I'm a cyborg. My internal processing units do take notice of pre-programmed talky lines and such. Don't expect to fool me."
A) To Louise: "Your shot glass is empty. Want anything else?"
B) To Louise&Simon: "You're family, then?"
C) To Simon: "You want something other than Kinky Maid, then?"