The ship arrived in real-space, the journey having been fortuitously uneventful and so the bees celebrated/commemorated the successful voyage with a few more ceremonies/rituals/tasks mainly involving diagnostics on the flasks, cleaning out the ghost room, you could get good money for ectoplasm if you could find the right people and finally those bees who were in charge of the engine and the knowledge about the unreal all got drunk in celebration of not being attacked by giant unreal Bee-eaters. 

Up on the bridge the phone started ringing, the captain bees were currently scrambling about making sure they weren't about to hit anything or be arrested while they awaited the pilot’s arrival. Some of them acknowledged Vanessa’s sparkling clean arrival with a hasty good morning as they whizzed past. Finally some went to pick up the phone as the mind began to manifest in the 20 odd bees currently buzzing around the bridge, a strange noise that sounded like a psychic presence giving a yawn and a stretch could be heard as the Mind got ready to lead the odd band of space friends once more.

[color=8E2EF9][b]”Good morning Vanessa. You look like you got up bright and early. I must admit would not have taken you for a morning person”[/b][/color] they greeted the currently present crew member before they began the rather odd method of answering the phone.

A two bees arrived, dressed up like they worked in a callcenter, who buzzed up to the phone as it was lifted off the set, one going to the mouthpiece and the other to the ear piece. The dial was spun to 9 as instructed and in an immense act of willpower all of the bees quieted their usual chatter and the bee at the mouthpiece spoke to the caller. Alone. 

"[color=F7DC6F]You have reached the Quest For Flavour, an Interplanetary Space Friends (Brought to you by Henderson’s Ribs) affiliated vessel, how may we help you today[/color]"

On odd thing about The Will’s manner of speaking was that it did not work through most types of communication devices as it was in fact physically speaking to the individual’s minds rather than creating sound. This normally worked, even barely intelligent machines like the server at the restaurant could be spoken to, however a telephone does not have near the complexity to have a psychic presence and thus the Mind was helpless to do anything other than have a specially trained duo to operate the phone. 

For convenience, because rotary phones do not have a speaker mode, the mind would communicate whatever the caller said to the second bee to all those present, repeating it word for word so they would not have to explain the call later later.