Patience located two drink stations, equal distance from the walls along the x-axis and in the center of the room along the y-axis.  She collected two tall glasses of water and a diet soda.  Next to the drinks was a selection of condiments.  She grabbed a bottle of Tabasco, taking it with her to their assigned table.

While she waited for Mike, she observed others nearby.  As expected, the room consisted of about one half human beings and one half robots.  At the table to her right, a handsome man of African descent, about thirty years old, sat with a new model Gizmo robot.  The Gizmo was a female model, with a very shapely body and platinum blond hair.  She hated to admit it, but Gizmos had definitely improved their models recently, at least on the outside.  On the other side of her, a man about Mike’s age, but a good six inches shorter, sat with an Amonte 2.  Tall and thin, the Amonte 2 was dressed in a business suit, despite her human’s casual clothing.  And directly across from Patience were a pair of women, one human and the other a Barone model Daffodil.  The human was five foot six inches tall, with short brown hair, and the Barone was an inch taller with long strawberry blond tresses.  They both wore yellow sundresses.

“Lesbian watching, are we?” asked Mike, setting down his tray.

“I don’t believe they are lesbians,” replied Patience, looking from the two women to Mike’s tray.  “You don’t care whether they are or not.  You’re just trying to deflect my attention from your breakfast.”

Mike’s tray was filled with food: two eggs, three pieces of bacon, two sausages, three pancakes covered in syrup, two blintzes with a dollop of sour cream, hash brown potatoes, and a Danish.  Patience’s hand quickly moved to seize the sausages and two of the bacon pieces.  Then she lifted up the top pancake and removed the middle one.  She wrapped the food she had taken in a cloth napkin and set it on the corner of the table.

“That’s it?” asked Mike.  “You’re going to let me eat the rest of this?”

“Do you want me to take more?”

“Nope.”  He sat down opposite her.  “I’m just surprised.”

“You haven’t been eating well for two weeks,” said Patience.  “I want you to regain the three pounds you have lost during that time, and I have decided to let you gain two additional pounds on the cruise.”

“Really.  Two pounds.”

“It’s traditional that people gain weight on a cruise.”

“All right.”  Mike spread the sour cream across his blintz with his fork, and then took a bite.  Setting down the utensil, he salted his eggs.  “How about rounding up some hot sauce?”

Patience slid the bottle of Tabasco across the table to him.

“Thanks.”  He shook out several dozen drops onto his eggs, and then picked his fork back up and cut a piece.  “So why don’t you think those women are lesbians.”

“Body language.”

“Excuse me, are you talking about us?”

Patience watched Mike look over his shoulder, his bite of egg waiting on the end of his fork.  The brunette was standing right behind him with a hand on her hip.

“That depends.  Are you planning on slapping me?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Well despite my better judgment I will answer.  Yes, we were talking about you.”

“And what were you saying?”

Mike looked her up and down.  “I was speculating that you might be a lesbian, but I can see now that I was mistaken.”

“I wondered when I planned this trip with Delia if people would think we were lesbians.”  She waved toward the Daffodil now standing behind her and to the left.  “How did you figure out that I wasn’t one?”

“Your shoes,” said Mike.  “Lesbians usually wear comfortable shoes.  Those sexy red pumps have to be killing your feet.”