"Have anyone you need persuading? You could throw me at them."

"Ooh, not on hand but I'll keep an eye out."

"Speaking of persuasion, I've been talking to this green online, we have a date next week."

"The kind you persuade to do educational research or the kind you persuade to write you odes?"

"Neither, more the kind that builds crazy inventions."

"What kind of crazy?"

He unconsciously reaches for his hair in a "I'm not green, but" gesture, but aborts it before it completes. "He has to use a wheelchair, and apparently he added all sorts of cool stuff that aren't technically robotics to it."

"'Not technically robotics' is - I guess much less risky these days, here -"

"I don't think he publishes any not-technically-robotics stuff he makes, he called it a hobby."

"Safer still. I will be curious to hear about his nifty chair."

"I'll tell you all about it. He said it can go as fast as a motorcycle."

"Ooooh."

"I hope he wears a helmet, and I can't really think where he'd ride that wheelchair but." Shrug.

"Racetrack when it's not in use?"

"That might be it. Maybe he'll show me."

"Get video."

"Good idea, I will."

The sandwiches are long gone. "Dessert?"

"Sure! I think I'll have a chocolate pudding."

She puts in the order for that and a cherry syrup pot on their table's tablet. Their desserts arrive a couple minutes later.

Pudding. Nom!

Pudding theft!

"Hey!" he laughs, and steals some of her cherry thing, too.

She giggles. "It's more efficient to share desserts. My old favorite restaurant used to have tasting plates you could get with combinations of tiny portions of anything on the menu that looked good, but they shut down."

"Aww, why did they? That sounds like a really cool idea."