The sisters had grown up in the same world of course, but sometimes it was strange how out of place they looked in one another's chosen spheres. When given a crafty project like pillows Peisinoê usually either hurt herself or just managed to make a perfect grid. Parthenope, on the other hand, looked like she had wandered from a novel - perhaps one of their old myths they had been read as children at bedtime - into Frankenstein's lab. Wrong genre completely.
"Hours?" Peisinoê questioned, glancing around the room and looking for a window even though there was none to be found. It never bothered her any, they had grown up at the bottom of the ocean after all, it was a wonder they weren't nocturnal. Finally they dropped down to her watch, "Oh. Hours. Well, in my defense, you always have been too quiet." Were it anyone else then she probably would have been embarrassed, but not when it was her sister.
Eating. Good point. Peisinoê did an internal check and she was at the point of 'so hungry her stomach had given up telling her', which was foolish. Her calculations were definitely going to suffer if she was running at half power. Oh no! What if they already had? "Definitely today." The reply was distracted at best as she was already sliding her stool down to triple check the latest figures she had written down about how her bacteria cultures were progressing.