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[Miranda follows and is careful not to let the door slam behind her--she's broken a lot of glass that way--and she moves over the counter to get a menu before heading back to the table where Ed is sitting.]
The umm...waiter, I guess, will ask us for our orders. He's a robot, too, and the ones who make the p-pizzas are also robots. Do you still want the pineapple, mushroom, and sausage?