Imogen shrugged as he approached the stem. "Well, you'll probably appreciate having it around more than me, then. I've been hiding it with the vacuum cleaner." She guessed this was Thoth again, and Seshet perked up hopefully until she seemed to realise she'd have to wait for Imogen to step back before she got to have a personal conversation with him. Seshet wasn't strong enough yet to take control without her vessel's permission, and Imogen wasn't quite done.
"Uh... Yeah," The waitress tilted her head. "I have her scribes pallete and brush as well, but I can keep those in my desk at home." She frowned at Thoth. "How d'you reckon it all ended up in there?" After all, it was a weird little shop, that place. She'd never been in there before, but Seshet had been quite insistant and she supposed it was for the best. But how did one person manage to collect so many relics? Surely some of them should have been in the museum?
She grinned cheekily at him as he seemed to relax. "So... You promised me a joke. Quite frankly, I'm totally disappointed you didn't manage 'Is that a palm stem or are you just pleased to see me?'"