[No one asked her about allergens, so she didn't mention allergens.]

"I'll have the grid print the ingredients." She gives subvocal command to make that happen. The kitchen is getting crowded from her viewpoint, but she knows they've been fending forthemselves; she's the newcomer.

She gets the still-hot potato pancakes nestled on a platter lined with fresh pape, arranging them around a triple-bowl serving dish loaded with sour cream, fruit sauce, and a tart aromatic chutney. "OK, hot stuff coming out," she says.

A little printer on the shelf/desk in one corner starts chattering as it prints out ingredient lists.