The robot complied eagerly. "Anything else? Shampoo?"
Jadiver looked at the list and nodded.
"No need to open the bottle," she rushed on. "Just place in the autobath dispenser and let the machine do the rest. The bottle will dissolve, adding to the secret ingredients. Foams in micro-seconds as proven by actual test, and when you're through, only an expert can tell your hair from mink."
"Mink?" he repeated. "Don't think I'd like it. What about raccoon? I've always admired the legendary Daniel Boone, alone in the terrestrial wilderness with a single-shot rifle. Sure, make it raccoon."
"I know we have none of that." The clerk was positive.
"Then order it," he snapped. "You don't have to furnish the rifle, though."
She seemed confused. "There is a ten per cent extra charge for non-standard merchandise."
"All right. Just don't stand there arguing."
When the clerk left the screen to place the order, Jadiver hastily selected what he wanted. He validated the purchases and snapped off the screen. The merchandise arrived in a few minutes.
He loaded it into the autobath. This time the door opened and the bas-relief figure didn't appear on it. Within a half hour he was ready to leave.