"C'Mon, Rom Doll!" Harper whooped, trying once again to give her his bottle of Weissbrau. "Anazleezy is gone; time for a celebration!"
"Well .... " Rommie said, still hardnosed but softening a touch. "Only if you keep your grubby hands to yourself."
"Sure."
Rommie accepted the bottle Harper had been dangling in front of her and cautiously took a sip. "Hmmm .... this doesn't taste half bad. Quite good, actually."
"Hey, only the best for the most voluptuous of all AIs!" Harper said with a grin.