"And when do you eat?"
"After I finish dressing."
"I'll wait for you," said Robert, feeling that that much tolerance could do no particular harm.
He encountered the pink-and-blue robot in the hall, superintending several plain yellow ones bearing dishes and covered platters. Robert followed them to a dining room.
"Marcia-Joan sits there," the major-domo informed him as he moved toward the only chair at the table.
obert warily retreated to the opposite side of the table and looked for another chair. None was visible.
Of course, he thought, trying to be fair. Why should anybody in this day have more than one chair? Robots don't sit.
He waited for the major-domo to leave, but it did not. The serving robots finished laying out the dishes and retired to posts along the wall. Finally, Robert decided that he would have to make his status clear or risk going hungry.