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While we waited for dinner, Azula enthusiastically talked to me about the documentary she had watched. It was odd, hearing her describe WW2 as some sort of fictional story.

"So, while I really don't understand why they pronounced the luck factor so strongly at Midway, I think it makes sense from a narrative point of view. However these... what did they call it... oh right, 'nuclear bombs' in the end where a bit of a deus ex machina. They never mentioned them before the end and they just provided a too easy escape to the dilemma of the massive losses in a mainland invasion or a lengthy naval blockade."

"Mmh." I wondered if the programmers of these robosluts had meant comments like this as some sort of social criticism or simply jokes. If nothing else Azula's mood had gone up considerably.

"I also found it surprising how much they emphasized the brutality on..." Although I would never find out, what exactly she found surprising as the doorbell interrupted. This time I went to the door without any objections on Azula's side and came back with two boxes of pizza and a complementary bottle of table wine.

"Here, this should be yours." I said, as I plopped one box on the table in front of Azula. She tentatively opened it and gave its contents a wary look.

"They didn't even provide us with plastic cutlery this time."

"Ah, that's fine you eat it like this." I showed her picking up a slice with my hand. She gave me a long, exhausted look before picking up a slice as well. She held it in front of her face before shaking her head. "What have I become?" she lamented before starting to eat.

"Well, do you like it?" I asked as we had both finished out first piece. She swallowed before giving me an answer.

"It's honestly not bad. I dread to think about the amount of fat in it, but the taste is quite pleasant." Well, that was something at least.

"So, why did you order a drink along the pizza?" Azula asked me about halfway through her meal.

"Ah. I didn't order it, since pizza is typically eaten with a wine along they sometimes gift you one."

"Shouldn't we drink it then." I chuckled at that.

"I can get you a wine, but not this one. Like most things you get for free the complementary wine is always terrible." Azula gave me an understanding look. This mentality seemed to fit her world view quite nicely.

"To be honest, I'm tired of drinking only water, so I guess I'll try a wine then."

I got up and started making my way over to the dining room. "Red or white? What varietal? Any preferred region?" I asked her. I wasn't by any chance a specialist on wine, much preferring the harder drinks but I knew the basics and had a little bit of everything stored, just in case an unexpected guest comes along. Azula however seemed to be completely clueless, which surprised me as I had always imagined win to be the drink of choice for any kind of nobility, sexbot or otherwise. But maybe that was just my imagination.

"Just... give me something you think I would like." Not an easy task, considering Azula's rather exclusive taste and my lack of knowledge as sommelier. Standing in front of my shelf I decided that since she had seafood I'd probably go with a white wine. Sauvignon Blanc would probably be too simple, a cuvee would be a straight up insult. So, either Riesling or... My hand went over to a 2019 Chateau Grillet. Can't go wrong with a french chardonnay.

I poured a little amount into a glass and brought it over to her. She raised the glass and tasted it. Apparently she liked it as her eyes widened in surprise.

"This is excellent. So you have taste after all." And with that she drank the rest of the glass and put it on the table. So, since she liked it, I bought the bottle along with a bottle of cognac for me and poured her another glass. Slowly we finished our meal and I put the boxes in the trash. As I came back Azula had already finished the next glass.

"So, do you want to keep watching the...ahem... propaganda channel?" I asked her.

"I guess we can do that." She answered before taking another sip. I eyed her, unsure if drinking so much was advisable when she apparently was not used to it, but since I was the last person supposed to comment on other people's **** consumption I remained silent and poured myself some more liquor.