He grinned. "Scooter, ball up the suit, would you?" The suit started to look like it was sucking off of him, leaving khaki slacks, a button down green shirt and a pair of red high-top Chuck Taylors. He took the visor off and put it on the robotic little friend, whose top compartment opened and a small pair of hands pulled it into the compartment. A ball of black was under the robot, who flew it over and put it on a shelf, which sucked it up and stored it next to two other gold suits and a silver one on the wall, unfolded and crisp.

"General T'sao's chicken, eh? Mr. Cho's buffet at the corner of 164th it is then." He presses a few buttons and has two cups with lids and straws. "Strawberry banana or mango pineapple guava?"