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Show "Relish I the texture of fish greatly, 'tis true," Phrapp said with great deliberation, "but the Zepplin full course I relish not at all." He picked up the menu in his big, knobby fingers and began to read, for he objected to the way the Exalted Managers were treating his superior and felt, in consequence, mulish. The Managers looked at Phrapp in astonishment, while the android waited beside him patiently. After what seemed to the nervous Brandon to be an age, Phrapp made his decision and addressed the waiting android. "If it please thee good sir..."-For Phrapp had always been taught by his worthy parents to be polite to the androids-"...bring me the YellowBison in Bauermelon, but not too well done, seest thou? And add, if it please thee, a side dish of green crescent plant, stewed lightly and topped with Earth Angus butter seasoned with chiven." He smiled absently to himself. "So much for the protein and greens. As for the starch," he went on, pursing his loose lips, "bring me the Tartary Rice a_ la Tomato in wine sauce. Ah, but be s u r e . . . " And here he waved a large finger good naturedly at the android. "...be sure that the grains lie separate in the bowl and be not stuck together like Torquilstone clay." Then he frowned. "As for the sweet. . .hmmmmmm. . . hmmmmmm. . .aaahhh! " He raised his mournful eyes to heaven for an instant. "As for the sweet, bring me the Shoshi pie with clotted cream." He handed the menu to the android, smiling his loose smile, and inclined his head. Then the android left. The Managers' faces had all gone pink during this performance, then red. Brandon, feeling he was at last freed from his enforced silence, started speaking as soon as Phrapp finished. "Now," he said, placing his hands on the edge of the table. "I have 193 |
