[ Drake is in Hope's temple, standing awkwardly before the altar. Does he have to pray? On a whim he checks his phone again, looking down the list of names to see if Hope is there, and... it is.

Go figure. Gods have voicemail after all. ]

Uh. Hey, there, Hope. I really need to talk to you about... food. My girlfriend and I have some special dietary requirements. It's kinda urgent, I'm in your temple right now if that's easier.

Thanks.