Your stomach growls as you debate with yourself what you should do next and you almost absentmindedly say, “I’m getting kind of hungry maybe I should grab an early lun-”
Before you can finish your train of thought, CARA cuts you off.
*Very well, Sara*
*Meal preparations initiated*
You can just make out the familiar sight of the metal arms busy at work threw the doorway to the kitchen. Though you were planning on picking up something on your way back to your place, you think that it couldn’t hurt to see if this thing can cook anything remotely editable. Why pay for something you can get for free, right?
You keep your distance in fear of what those arms might do, but it looks like everything is under control. It’s not long until your plate is set at the table and you see and arm pull out a chair.
*Meal preparations complete*
*Please have a seat, Sara*
You walk over to the table to inspect the dish when you feel an arm force you onto the chair firmly. The suddenness catches you off guard and you plop onto the wooden seat then speedily slid into the table. You are a bit uncomfortable and the wooden arms of the chair make it almost impossible to move about.
Your eyes then drift back to your meal.
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