Finally, J'Eeves had done as instructed! The man who walks through the doors to this fine establishment looks completely at home. Looking around, he rubs his hands together with giddy anticipation, his gaze moving fondly over each forma-couch, every table, and all the exquisite holoprojected scenes. "J'Eeves!" he calls over his shoulder, striding toward the maitre'd's station, "you have certainly outdone yourself this time!" It is certainly a locale fit for a king. Or, what's more, for Smitherbodkins himself. He reaches the station, sweeping his hat grandly off his head and bowing to the maitre'd. "Good evening, my good man! I wish to dine tonight at this fine establishment. Please be so good as to procure me a table." Looking over his shoulder once more, he says, a hint of impatience cree