"Oh, I should get a drink." Hathor wrote "water" on her note, then after a pause, wrote "& sweet tea" beside it.

"Haha sorry, just slipped my mind, didn't think about it." Jonathan continued. "Yeah, sorry. Anyway, I'm cleaning now, so I can't talk. See you." Jonathan ended the call.

"Oh, no, I'm just writing her order down for her. She didn't want water so I ordered a drink for her." Hathor explained, still looking at the sticky note. "Her alcohol consumption occasionally affects me too, so we agreed not to drink without Mafdet around. We're trying to think of something sweet to drink, but this is...ehh, it's the best we can think of." She kept thinking, seemingly very indecisive on what to actually get.

Kelly glared at him and said "There is just no pleasing you, is there?"

"Soda keeps its weird taste around too long for me, and neither of us want juice." Hathor commented, sighing and suddenly smiling again. "Anyhow, do you plan on changing up the ol' locks by yourself Skyla, or do you need any help?" She asked, looking to her.

"Oooh, and we can donate the hair too, it should be plenty long enough." Hathor remarked, taking note. "I can get sekhmet to do that if you want, she has a really steady hand."

"Alright, just tell me whenever you wanna make it happen, we're always around, unless we aren't." Hathor replied. "Which isn't often anymore."

Kelly groaned and said "Look, I'm sorry for how I acted when I got put in here okay? I've been in here for two years and I've had to deal with a lot of shit." She looked away "A lot of shit" silently holding her stomach. "So sorry if I was a bit bitchy at first."

"Hes busy keeping an eye on Andy while I was keeping an eye on you, but he seems to be fine. We still get to see each other at night." Hathor replied.

"Yeah, actually a couple of days ago he saw one person-" Hathor looked over, a waiter now standing beside their table. "Are you both finished with your order?" He asked.

"Yep, here you go." Hathor offered her sticky note to the waiter, which he accepted.

"Sure, I'll see about getting a hold of Intern after we eat." Hathor nodded. "He'd know the most."

At some point during their conversing the waiter had walked off, signalled by the sound of the door closing.

"Anything else you need?" Hathor asked.