Crypta typed in a passcode and slipped the device into a little compartment. "That's one of my defense mechanisms. It's a good thing it wasn't amplified just now or you would've been fried."
Harper furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Chicken pot pie? He hadn't heard of one of those. He didn't remember hearing of one of those, at least. He nodded just to make less trouble.
Crypta placed a plate of steaming chicken pot pies on the table as the robotic dog nosed around for metal scraps. She set down a bowl of boiling motor oil for it and the dog happily began to lap it up.
Harper started eating the pot pie. It was the best thing he'd had in a long while. He ate it quickly, possibly burning a taste bud or two in the process.
(Dude, I haven't had a pot pie since I was like six)
