Britney ,now back at her table, sits down and gets back to working. During this time her stomach continues churning it's contents until it eventually pushes them down into her intestines. You and the ice weren't really something you could call lunch as the intestines get filled with almost nothing but a nutritional soup. And by now you're nothing else than a part of it. Nothing can tell what part of it you are and you get pushed even deeper.
After some time the soup begins to take some form and hardens a little. By that time what once was her food is now settled in her bowels ready to be released.
In the afternoon Britney finished work and makes her way home. It's near the city center with a nice view to the park.

At home she lays down her stuff and gets ready to cook dinner. She prepares the kitchen and puts out all the ingredients for her stew.
But then she gets a weird feeling in her gut.

Britney:"Oh please not again!"

She hurries to the bathroom pulls down her skirt and sits down.
You can hear little pfft sounds coming out as a half fluid log gets squeezed out shortly followed by fluids.
After a little time her problems finally finished and she takes some toilet paper and wipes off what's stuck to her butt. Not caring about the toilets contents she stands up flushes and pulls her skirt up again.

Britney:"Although these Casteliacones taste amazing the aftermath is so annoying. Now I can cook myself a proper meal though."

She then leaves the bathroom and goes to the kitchen again.

Just like that you were utterly and poorly digested by the Clerk Britney and became nothing else than some nutrients for her body and a little piece of waste flowing through the sewers.