Finding the robot busy in the kitchen, Roy approached the kitchen’s island and the large glass pitcher he had set out earlier for the purpose of creating an arrangement of orange and red Chrysanthemums. Noticing the pitcher and his other, various flower stuffs now positioned precariously on the edge of the island Roy picked up his pair of floral shears, turning up his nose and huffing at the disarray of his work area, as if it had all just been haphazardly pushed aside to make room for a myriad of ingredients and kitchen wares the robot wasn’t even using as of yet.

Across the kitchen, at one of the prep counters, the robot was hard at work, its attention between stirring a bowl of what Roy guessed was… flour and referencing its recipe book.

"What dinner guests," Roy asked,...

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