Jurou waved at me as I sidled up to the empty buffet bar. Ping stood there, and Tiffani knelt behind her, inspecting a plate of metal in the robot’s back.
Ping emitted a little jingle, and Tiffani groaned in frustration.
Jurou burst out laughing, and I couldn’t help but giggle too. Tiffani just growled and poked away at the little control panel.
Jurou immediately clapped a hand over Ping’s mouth.
She glared over my shoulder at my best friend and terrible influence.