She shrugged. "That’s not your worry." A new course arrived, borne by a squeaking, velcro-footed robot. "I love the antique servos here, don’t you?" She squirted heavy cream sauce over a meat pastry and gave him the plate. "You’re under stress, Bela. You need food. Sleep. A sauna. The good things in life. You look edgy. Relax."