[ Hob doesn't expect them to dive right into the heavy stuff. He would not have blamed Otto if he didn't show up at all. It's a good sign that he does, though. ]

Honestly, I didn't mind it much. It was even fun, sometimes. At least it gave me something to do other than sit around and think, you know?

[ The robot bartender arrives, ready to prepare Otto's drink once he's decided. Hob is still nursing his own glass for now. ]

How did those clothes work out for you?