One holds it in for mess.

Abby stares at me, demanding the answer.

I sigh, as it's pretty early for a stuffing. "Okay. Let's go to the mess room."

I push open the doors to my office and reassure my lovely assistant Erin that everything is okay. "It appears that Miss Hope has not had any reprieve since she arrived in this world. We'll go to mess a bit early, okay?"

"Oh!" Erin gives a big smile to the poor woman. "I'm sorry, Miss Hope! I hadn't realized." She claps Abby on the butt as the woman emerges from my office as well. Abby flinches noticeably, but resigns herself to silence. Erin doesn't even notice, as she turns back to me. "You know, I'm a little peckish too! I'll join you!"

"Peckish? Mess room?" Abby whines, squirming as she walks between Erin and myself. "I'm not hungry, I need a bathroom!"

"Obviously you do!" I respond. "You know, in our world we don't just let things flow whenever it suits us." I grab and squeeze her hand as she begins protesting at the accusation, claiming that this is not how her world worked either. I check with Erin, and she appears disgusted as well that in Abby's world people would let go of the shit and pee whenever it suited them.

"This is all part of a healthy diet, Abby! First, you need to excrete, then you need to wash yourself up, and then you need to eat a new portion of healthy, nutricious food."

"Are you telling me that we will... excrete... together?" Abby gasps.

"Of course!" I hit the elevator downwards. "My office does not have a messroom, but there are lots of options here in downtown. Basically every second place is an eatery!"

"But why would people not use a bathroom?" Abby says, close to whining again.

"Look. This is a body-health activity." I explain. "People bathe together, people eat together, people sleep together, people breed together and people defecate together. You can wrap it into a whole philosophy of course, but this is the pentagon of life."

"What? What happened to the circle?" - "Thing is, you have to hold it in, until the proper time. It's called bladder control and rectum control, and people learn it by the age of two or three."

"This is way early for stuffing." Erin comments. "I will need an extra serving to fill me up until dinner." She smiles. "My husband will get a surprise stinker!"

Abby looks from side to side between us, apparently not fully grasping what we're talking about. "What is all this about???" she is fleeing from the lift as soon as the door opens, but runs into two gorgeous hunks who want to enter the lift. She stops and lets out a squeamish scream and they turn to her, attentive. Of course, I know one of them, he has his own office in the same building. Charles Haybed, partner agency.