Good, all things considered.

At first, we ate in silence. Rogue sat across from me, obviously trying to be as far from me as possible...but given the table, that really wasn't an option. "Look, Rogue...I'm really sorry," I said finally. "I didn't know how sensitive you were about...you know. It was a fuck up and I'm sorry." I really was sorry. It would be a HUGE waste of money if I got stuck with a robo-slut that hated me.

For a moment, she stared down at her plate, chewing slowly. Swallowing, she sighed. "Ah guess you can't help it," she muttered in her slight accent. The one in the 90s cartoon had a considerably thicker one. "It's just...Ah hate bein' thought of as a walking set a' tits." Phew...at least she seemed to be forgiving me. Thank god.

"So, we're cool?" I asked, hopefully. She finally met my gaze and her lip curled into a half hearted smile. "Yeah, we're cool," she replied. "Great! I don't want things to be all awkward," I said, feeling relieved. She rolled her eyes but seemed to agree.

This was going to be a slower process then I was hoping for...but the rewards would still be quite sweet. Now...how do I get her to relax a bit more around me? It would probably be a bad idea to ask her out after we just patched up the whole "staring at her tits" thing. Maybe I should just sit back and wait for her robo-slut programming to kick in?