Chapter Five- A Resolution of Some Type or other is Established

Doctor Orpheus, despite one cock of a hangover, was in a delightfully good mood. He woke up with a grin from ear to ear, and humming something that resembled Zippidy-Doo-Da.

Peeking over the bed-covers, he peered over to the other side of the bed, and met the cold, metallic stare of an unblinking robot.

There was an awkward silence.

So, he began after another awkward silence passed, could you perhaps GO for SOME COFFEE?

Helper, his handclamps rather rusted from sauting overnight in man nectar (though he was programmed for many actions, cleaning up after himself was apparently not one of them) paused a moment to compute the request, before booping in cold, metallic acquiescence.

It was the start of a GLORIOUS relationship.