By week three, however, the blue light had become a judgmental red more often than not. The plate had learned his habits—and it didn't approve. When he tried to sneak a side of garlic bread, the LED ring flashed like a police siren.

He stared at the bread. He felt the weight of the plate’s disappointment. He put the bread back.

Arthur looked down. His Bluetooth-enabled fork had indeed retracted its tines into its handle.