Miss Information is annoyed by a memoMiss Information is still reeling from a recent policestate-esque directive requiring staff to smile at patrons. Really, they might as well ask her to fly, produce cold fusion, put together Ikea furniture or perform some other superhuman task.
But she is trying. Already she's progressed from vicious snarl to pained grimace. With a lot of practice and special tutoring she thinks she can perfect a wicked grin by the new year--which she figures fulfills the letter, if not the spirit, of the order.
That, however is as far as she's willing to go.