Reeve/Lacey
"That sounds like one I've been working on! Caramelized onions, avocado and havarti." Lacey exclaimed. "I must have switched it up to onion rings and guac somewhere along the line." She smiled. "I've also been thinking of one with grilled pineapple and banana peppers."
Lacey nodded. "He's in the kitchen, near the dishwasher. He's not broken or anything." He was more like part of the dishwasher. "He came with the station, like the machines that clear the tables." It would give her a good shock if all the machines started talking.
"We always do." Lacey said in her upbeat fashion. It might not be technically true. They had lost people. Still, they always adjusted and went on, and that was important. "But you are saying there'll be something to get through." She added, her cheerfulness dropping slightly.