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all around her, which is something she loved. She sat, turning from one wall to the next, entranced. She closed her eyes, taking in the sounds. She had never felt so peaceful. She had been so overwhelmed she had failed to notice there were more odors than the flowers on the table. Several varieties of flowery scents floated around her. She recognized the scent of roses, so knew it had to be from the same scene that wrapped around them like a real garden.
    The aroma of food drifted to her nose and Amber's eyes popped open. A concealed door nestled in the middle of a rose bedecked arched trellis had opened. Through it walked a man carrying a tray, who was dressed in black pants and a long sleeved black shirt. His black hair was slicked back. While he was nice looking, there was something about his looks that was odd. Maybe he was an alien from another planet.
    "Mica, you've outdone yourself.” Ryja commented as the man set down the food.
    This was the android. Trying not to stare, she examined him. His face was too perfect, so smooth she couldn't see any pores. Mica's gaze flicked to her, and Amber was surprised by the vivid blue shade, which she'd never seen on any human. She looked down at her plate, realizing she had been staring at him when he glanced at her.
    "Oh, this is Amber."
    "Nice to meet you madam.” His polite voice was as smooth as his face.
    She didn't like to be called madam, but they could clear that up later. “Nice to meet you,” she said softly, still staring at the plate.
    Simple white ware met her gaze. It held a true American breakfast; fried eggs, toast melting with butter, and three pieces of bacon. A tall, thin glass of orange liquid sat beside the plate, and she hoped it was orange juice.
    "Go ahead, dig in,” Ryja chewed a piece of bacon.
    Amber gingerly tried one. It was good, and tasted like beef. Her stomach growled and she cut the egg up. Delicious. Dipping the toast into the egg, she licked a drop that escaped the side of her mouth.
    "Is it to your liking?"
    "Very good.” She looked up and smiled. “It's so fresh tasting."
    He nodded. “I bought the items at one of your farmer's market,” he said.
    "Mica scans markets on whatever planet we're visiting, and then whips up some local flavor."
    "I look forward to what you cook up next.” Mica smiled for the first time. His teeth were brilliant and as perfect as the rest of his face.
    "Coffee?"
    "Sure.” Amber and Ryja chimed in together.
    The android walked to a table set against one wall, with a coffeepot on it. Mica set two white mugs down, then a small tray with a cream pitcher and sugar bowl.
    "Delicious,” Amber said after a few sips.
    "I went to Brazil for the beans, and then ground them myself."
    "You are a treasure Mica."
    He looked very pleased.
    "Why don't you sit down and have a cup of coffee with us?"
    His face looked crestfallen, “Oh, I'm sorry, you can't drink coffee?"
    "It has ingredients that are like poison to me.” He smiled. “But I enjoy making it. I love the smell."
    She wondered about food and Ryja must have guessed her thoughts.
    "Mica can eat, but only certain prepared foods.” Ryja answered for his android.
    "If you will excuse me, I have work to do elsewhere.” Mica slipped away quietly.
    Amber felt sad that the android couldn't enjoy a drink he loved the fragrance of. They finished breakfast in relative quiet, and she let the sounds and sights soothe her. If this was a dream, it was the most beautiful one she ever experienced.
    "Are android's really a combination of robot and humanoid?"
    He smiled at her. “Sci-fi movies?” Before she could answer, he replied, “You're correct."
    "So” she took another sip of the heavenly brew. “What's on the agenda today?"
    "I thought I'd leave that up to you."
    "Huh?"
    Rya poured them both more coffee. “I'm a historical explorer, and I'm here to study Earth's history."
    Ah, his mission.
    "Don't you have some kind of scheduled time periods to observe?"
    "No.” He