"You put that down! Shoo. I'll get it. I don't care if this was part of your haunting programming or however the hell that works. I used to do this for a living back home, and it's not like I have much else to do on a ship that seemingly gives you everything for free."

Only Sookie Stackhouse would tell a ghostly robot to put down a stack of dirty dishes and insist on seeing to it herself. Only she would tsk at it when it tried to take several tables' orders at once, find a pen and pad of her own, and see to taking one of those orders herself like she was a waitress in that restaurant's employ. (She wasn't.)

She flashes her customer(s) a bright, friendly smile. "What can I get for you? Just don't ask about what they actually have, because this sort of a spur of the moment temp thing... I'm not actually all that familiar with what they serve past a pot of hot coffee and the pastries listed on the first page."