They walked a bit more before they stopped at another grate.
"This is it."
"Rachel Weisz has a grate in her backyard?"
"Yup."
"All right then..."
A ladder had been leaned up against the side of the sewer. Imhotep climbed it and slid the grate out of place and motioned for the girls to follow. Pat ascended the ladder after him and he helped her out of the opening in the ground. Anck-su-namun came after Pat.
When they were all out, Imhotep replaced the grate and Anck-su-namun walked over to the tall white house beside them. She took a key from inside her shirt, unlocked the sliding glass door and opened it.
The entire party entered the house. Pat looked anxious.
"Why do you look so nervous?"
"I've never met a movie star before."
"Oh."
Imhotep flopped down on the couch and Pat followed Anck-su-namun into the kitchen. There was a note taped to the refrigerator written in hieroglyphics.
"Gone shopping, be home soon." Anck-su-namun translated. "I swear, sometimes I don't think she knows I speak English. Are you hungry?"
"Uhh, yeah."
"Okay. Umm, do you like fruit? We usually have lots of Egyptian fruit and bread around. I can't stomach your greasy food. Rachel calls me picky, but I know she's just joking."
"I've always wondered what that Egyptian bread was like."
"Want some?"
"Sure."
Anck-su-namun went to retrieve something from the cupboards while Pat looked around. The walls were beige, and Egyptian artifacts were almost everywhere. It seemed that Rachel was as interested in Egypt as her character Evy had been. Or maybe it was to make Imhotep and Anck-su-namun feel at home.
Suddenly Pat realized something.
"Hey wait a minute. You're dead. You don't have to eat – do you?"
Anck-su-namun nodded. "I have to, since my stomach is regenerated. Imhotep doesn't have to, but he does anyway. You begin to miss eating after 3000 years."
"Oh."
Anck-su-namun put some bread, pomegranates, figs, and dates on a plate.
"We usually eat in the living room; is that okay with you?" Anck-su-namun asked.
"Sure." Pat was jealous. Her mother never let her eat in front of the T.V., but then again, Anck-su-namun was... well... different. Pat shook her head. No. She shouldn't say that Anck-su-namun's being different had anything to do with anything. It had been Rachel's decision whether they could eat in the living room or not.
When Pat walked into the living room and saw Imhotep sprawled out on the couch watching The Mummy. Pat almost laughed. This scene was just too weird. Anck-su-namun was kneeling on the floor, offering the plate of food to her lover. Pat went and sat next to her.
"Don't tell me you hand-feed him too." Pat joked.
Anck-su-namun smiled. "No, not unless we're alone and feeling romantic. Want something?" She handed the plate to Pat, who took a bit of everything, not know what half of it was.
Anck-su-namun saw Pat looking at the food funny.
"See these? These are dates. They have a large pit in the middle, so watch out for that. This is a pomegranate. You have to open them like this." She showed Pat how to open and eat a pomegranate without making a huge mess.