Abigail frowned at the plethora of strange choices on offer at Conrad’s Beanery. This was an unfamiliar corner of the world, with a sophisticated culture that that could also be a little flamboyant or even pretentious at times.
Her Sidekick noticed the tension of decision fatigue in her biopatterns, and made a pre-selection for her, with a 3-2-1 countdown before confirming.
“Halcyon Mongongo Mélange? Ok.” Abigail trusted her Sidekick to know the optimal choice given her mood, gut biota, nutritional needs, dietary wishes, and openness to new experiences.