“Yes,” Styx replied, a touch annoyed that she had to clarify her own answer. “Your counter-offer was acceptable.” The fact that the Egyptian took everything to such strict literal levels was an irritation all its own but, perhaps the visit would be brief.
She closed the door behind Seshat and started toward the kitchen. “Follow me,” she said calmly but was not as much a request as an order. The cake was slid onto the counter before the path was diverted -carefully so Seshat could trace her own way back to the kitchen, to a restroom. “Here... hand towels are in the cabinet to the left if you need one. I'll be in the kitchen.”
Turning away, she planned to leave the Egyptian to compose herself. But at the last minute she paused, thinking a clarification might be in order since Seshat seemed to need literal elaborations or clarifications for everything. “Oh, and the water is not piped from either my or my siblings' rivers. It will not harm you.” Then Styx left Seshat to compose herself while she pulled out another glass for wine. Damn xenia.