Walking, almost floating into the canteen and still lightly humming the melody the mischievous AI was singing throughout the ship, Speaker waved a concealed hand at the Dryadi table to erect a psy dam against the coffee's spillage, preventing it to spill over onto the ship's floor. He bowed his head to the flying Morghul with respect and flicked his hand again, pushing and lifting the coffee off the table and forming sphere of the brew just above the table.<span style="color: #99ccff"><span style="color: #4da6ff">"You do not seem to enjoy the liveliness of our artificial host, good Eldritch. Or the early hour. Perhaps you are in need of a session of still meditation to ignite your energies? I will be glad to offer guidance."</span> </span>Speaker... spoke... and sat akimbo at the table opposite the flying accountant, flicking his hand once again to slowly guide the coffee back in the cup it spilled from. The Entirassi's voice was pleasant and nuanced, as if more than one vocal system was uttering the words and his amber eyes blink slowly and almost exuding tranquility.<br/><br/>Turning to the ship's cook or food processor he made his request for breakfast and waited until it was ready.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Where are my manners? A good morning to you, good Eldritch and may the gods that watch over you be generous in their gifts this day. And to you as well, good Tessy."</span>he bowed his head again, rising his clasped hands together in greeting to the two in turn.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>