Getting up, Netherton padded into the kitchen in his stocking feet. "Espresso," he said to their maker, something Rainey generally wouldn’t allow him to do, insisting he make it himself. "Decaf," he added, remembering but obeying another of her rules. "So you’ve encouraged this AI to increase its own functionality. Is that all?" Watching the maker pump a tiny stream of steaming caffeine-free espresso into the waiting cup.