"So what you're saying is be on my best behavior, and only hit on the single moms. Got it," Tony called out from the bedroom, where he was gathering up the rest of what mess was left.

He spent the next five minutes sorting everything out into the proper chutes; recyclables, compost, paper, metal. The leftover supplies went into the service elevator by the chutes.

Panoptes, of course, had a recycling quota to meet.

"We can watch a movie under the condition that we order pizza with it. And the pizza is cheese and thin crust, because I can't do pepperoni."

After he was done, he snuck another croissant in what he hoped was secrecy and then tossed himself onto the sofa over the back, landing with a satisfying bounce and reaching for the small stack of magazines on the table. A monthly journal of robotics.