Sasha was taking another drink of her soda when Lucy finished writing her response. She looked up, straw dangling from the hole, to read the note and then cracked up laughing, imagining the look. "Oh hey! I have an idea!" She wrote and then rummaged in her hidden bear pocket to pull her phone back out. It was an old razor, the first ones that came out and it was definitely on its last leg, but it could still take a photo. "Take a picture for me." She wrote. "I gotta see this."