The clink of a metal spoon against a dish was strangely comforting. Among the cold hum of the ship, and the soft sucking sound of the Imitator, that metallic ting was one of the most homey things I had heard in a long time.
I watched as she put the plate down on the table in front of me, so carefully. Everything in it's place, and presentation immaculate. At least, I assumed it was. I looked down to the dish and took a little breath. "So, uhm...what is it?"
"It is classified as steak."
She took the gloves off her metal hands and took her place across from me at the small table in the mess quarters. Her plate was there, but as always, empty. She didn't need to eat, but I liked her to be there with me for meals. "The Imitator could not replicate a steak, so I gathered the chemical compounds of steak that help it's flavor. The meat, the smoke, and even the tang of blood since you like it rare."
"Oh. So, it's not steak. It's steak flavored...something?"
"I used protein sponges as a base. " With that, I took a breath and then a bite. I chewed, and then chewed some more. I glanced up to see her looking expectantly, a rare emotion crossing her manufactured features. I smiled and chuckled.
"I love you."
She smiled. "I love you too."
(Thank you Saladin Ahmed for the prompt, and I really did try to keep it under 100 words: https://twitter.com/saladinahmed/status/854662901533216768)