The cabinet gurgled in surprise.
"I do not drink," it said.
"Then take it back and put it in the bottle."
"I can't do that," said the cabinet, horrified. "It's already mixed."
"Separate it, then."
"It can't be separated," wailed the cabinet. "You surely don't expect me - "
There was a little swish, and Maxine stood in the center of the room.
She smiled at Bishop.
"What goes on?" she asked.
The cabinet wailed at her. "He wants me to unmix a drink. He wants me to separate it, the liquor from the mix. He knows I can't do that."