Clotho stared at him for a few more moments before answering. "So rare to find anyone who believes in much of anything anymore," she said. "But alright. That lady you just met is my sister. Yes, she is that Atropos, and I'm Clotho. That voice you heard was Lachesis, she's probably up to her elbows in biscuit batter. Tonight is beef stew night, and apparently serving it without biscuits is sacrilege."