The first morning, Lena nearly has a heart when she comes out of her bedroom in her pajamas looking for coffee and instead finds Mia waiting for her.
"Jesus, fuck!" Lena yelps, clutching her chest.
"I have already downloaded your schedule for the day, Miss Luthor," Mia announces, offering her mistress a steaming cup of coffee. "You have a 9:30 appointment with--"
"Nuh-uh," Lena interrupts with a grumble, lifting her palm to halt Mia in her tracks. "No business talk before 7am."
"Very well, Miss Luthor."
"And within the walls of this apartment, it's Lena."
"Yes, Lena."
Lena accepts the offered mug of coffee, and her widens on the first sip. "This is perfect, just how--"
"You like it," Mia finishes, "yes. I came programmed with a thorough catalogue of your likes and preferences."
Lena considers this information, deciding whether to be appreciative or unnerved. Tipping over into appreciative, she slurps another sip. "Regardless, thank you."
"You need not thank me, my sole purpose is to anticipate your--"
"Thank you, Mia," Lena insists. Mia falls quiet, as though processing her response.
In the end, she seems to deem the appropriate response to be a soft "You're welcome."
What Lena doesn't see as she retreats back to her bedroom is the way decidedly unrobotic way Mia's gaze grows distant, eyes crinkling at the corners as though a though a thought tickles at the edge of her mind.
