Lachesis smiled. "Not at all. Would you like to stay for tea? It's a slow day, and we love guests."
"And you like to chatter," Atropos muttered quietly in Greek. Clotho choked on a laugh, and Lachesis stepped on her foot. "You behave," she hissed in her sister's ear. "And go put the kettle on." She swatted Atropos' shoulder.