"Isn't it??" Hattie cries, fingertips raised to her cheeks, "I could be getting wrinkles just thinking about it, I'd better just forget about it forever. For the rest of my life. We shall never speak of this again."

Beat.

"There's been a lot going on for me lately, I don't suppose I'm doing too bad now that I think about it. I could tell you all about it, but I wouldn't want to pull you away from work. We should talk over tea sometime, when do you go on break?"

"What -do- you do here anyway, Ella? I bet is isn't nearly as fulfilling as your old job with me. And your outfit isn't nearly as cute."