"Fridges on the internet, what a world." Qebhet shook her head with a small smile. She couldn't see why any person would need to check on their fridge over the phone... but then, she'd been dubious about the automobile, too. Perhaps she was just an old woman. Perhaps she'd be texting her fridge fifty years from now.
As for her morning... she'd spent most of it preparing the body of an elderly lady, a lifelong local with whose ghost she'd spent a companionable time reminiscing about the Harlem of the fifties and sixties, in between taking some rather pedantic instructions about how to do the woman's makeup. None of which she could tell Genesis. Instead, she said, "My cat decided to befriend my snake last night. He's scarcely looked at the terrarium since I got it and now of a sudden he's transfixed by it. The poor snake isn't at all happy, a great furry beast tapping on his windows."