“We had bathtub antics last night. You know how I like my baths. They’ve got this bug in their ears about the squirrels on the roof, though, and Kronos startled Helios off the ledge and into the water, which would have been fine except that instead of going to his towel, Helios bolted from the room. Dripping. So I had to get out of the bath and chase his ass down, naked, through the whole apartment.”He snorted a laugh against the phone. “There wouldn’t happen to be any footage of this, would there?” And then a contemplative silence. “How much does all that hair weigh when it’s wet, anyway?”
“Jarvis is now allowed to have cameras in my /apartment/,” she replied primly. “If you need footage so badly of me being boring, you have to invite me to move in.” She settled herself more deeply into the papasan chair, folding up her legs. “Mine or his? A wet Helios probably only weighs another pound or so. He had the audacity to complain when I dried him, though!”
“I’ll keep that in mind, then.” He rolled onto his side, one arm crooked under his head to hold the phone in place. “And I meant your hair. Since there’s about three miles of it.”
“I don’t know! How would you even weigh that, anyway? No, wait, I know … weigh me with dry hair, then with wet, compare totals. Same like weighing a cat.”