"Ah, yes, because Ms. Hollister told me that if I came into the kitchen or living room, she'd remove my head with an ice pick. That would invalidate my Diva Droid warranty, you see."

If Katsuya is as red as his signature glasses, Hippolyta is a charming shade of pink as well. Except around the edges of her mouth, that's white. Mainly because blood flow is severely restricted by the pinched look she's wearing now.

"Kryten, I can upgrade that threat from ice pick to an ancestral ceremonial sword. There's one hanging in the library. Looks suitably sharp."

"Oh, Ms. Hollister, ma'am, you're just being ridiculous. Anyway, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Katsuya, sir. Samuel and Franklin have spoken quite highly of you." Smiling a lipless, plastic smile, Kryten leans into Katsuya conspiratorially. "If I may be so bold, sir, it's nice to have a man around the castle again."

And with that, the mechanoid set about cleaning up the top of the fridge, and underneath the floor runner, humming off-tune as he cleans. And Hips has gone from charming pink to vivid scarlet, her face buried in both hands.