After Hours
Fantom fluttered around the corner. "Cerys? Cerys? Where'd you go?" After hours, Dillon Dillo's pizza was a labyrinth.
He heard grumbling and the sound of a broom on the floor. Cerys sat in the middle of the dining area, sweeping some discarded pizza into a dustpan. Cerys nearly dropped her broom.
"I'm not vacuuming that," the Sentria II said. "Vacuums can die from sticky substances."
"So, you're..."
"Doing things the old-fashioned way," Cerys said. She continued sweeping. "You know, we vacuums were invented to replace brooms."
Fantom landed beside the dustpan. "Need anything?"
Cerys finally swept up the mess. "Could you throw it away?"
Fantom clutched the dustpan in his mouth before throwing the contents into the trash.
"See? This is how I avoid a trip to the repair shop." Cerys laughed.
Fantom scratched his head. Anything Cerys deemed un-vacuum-able, she cleaned up in other ways. Sauce spill in the kitchen? Paper towels and a soaked cloth. Soda in the carpet? Similar tactics. "I don't know what to say," Fantom replied.
Cerys wheeled towards her closet. "I need to put this away."