Chapter 20 You'll eventually figure it out

• I looked behind me. Ah, the robot, yet again with his criticism. What's with him today? To think I was actually starting to assume that he was manageable enough to handle these days. Guess I was wrong. Or was it one of his mood swings again? Whatever. I sighed, before retorting sassily, "Oh great. And what color does your highness think is best?"
• "Blue." Eion the robot shrugged. “And why are you even here? Were you sick yesterday?”
• "I just recovered today. And you're an expert at picking colors, huh?" I asked, now irritated at him.