Over a small stone fireplace a wide-framed mirror reflected the style and dignity of the parlor. And at the touch of a button inside a wall niche, the mirror wavered away into the dark surface of a screen. “Well, that’s … pretty frosty,” Eve decided. “Manor guests prefer the look of Old World, with the convenience of the new. We’ve blended them wherever we can.” She needed the screen to view the security discs, but there were other priorities. “Does that include an AutoChef with decent coffee?” “It does, but we’ve both caffeinated enough at this point. I’ll make a deal,” he said before she could argue. “If you find something you can move on tonight, I’ll load us both up.” It was probably fair. She didn’t like it, but it was probably fair. While she sulked over that, he went through a doorway, came back a few moments later with two tall glasses of water with a slice of lemon in each.
