As you sat down on your really fancy chair, and dowsed with treasures and with some pretty cool clothes fit for a rich Roman, you ate some grapes when you're alien servant named, Zorda, came in with one hand holding a silver plate with some alcohol and a cup. There she would come back with an apparent happy-sounding voice as well as an enthusiastic and confident tone.

"Master, I got your drink~"

She would set it down as she stood by to watch you drink with a knife in hand for any use.