The waiter wasn't particularly attractive, but he wasn't ugly, either. He smiled just enough to keep short of rudeness. "Welcome to Mediocrity, the Middle-of-the-Road Restaurant! We guarantee you'll be neither upset nor overjoyed at what you receive. What can we get for you today?"
"What comes on the Leveled Playing Field?" Herbert pointed at the menu.
"It's a casserole. Noodles and meat and so on. Guaranteed palatable and nourishing."
"Sounds good!" said Herbert. "I like it with just a bit of salt. That'll be perfect."
The waiter's smile faded. His eyes narrowed. He reached down and slid the saltshaker firmly away.
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