"In this form yes. I have spent special attention on this form, and it is perfect, down to the neurons on my tongue. Thus I can taste just as you can, if not better. I look forward to it actually, I haven't eaten before." Kip silently directed the transport at the destination closest the restraunt, re-directing several other transports for a faster journey. By the end of his sentance they had reached the destination, and the doors slid silently open.
"You first, I insist." Kip made a half bowing, gesturing motion. This was going as well as his most reasonable predictions had foretold, his more ecentric ones, while fun to simulate in his mind, where unlikely to happen. He realised he wasn't exactly a lovable thing, he wasn't even a organism. He brought himself back from that thought, he felt depresion was a comfort he couldn't indulge in.