[Man, the house moving when she speaks is the thing that gets him the most. She obviously doesn’t want it hurt, so there’s probably little chance of her bringing it down on him if she gets super pissed, but at the same time, he feels like he’s not just talking to a person. He’s having a conversation with some entity, like a dragon or a giant, something that could probably kill him in one shot. But he’s not… really concentrating on that. Or he’s trying very, very hard not to. He should’ve just left. But this is opportunity, and more than that, he does feel very slightly guilty for assuming ghosts were Totally Not Real and haha here he is, ain’t he. But she asks, so he answers, beginning to pace back and forth as he spitballs ideas.]

I mean, you’d have to meet my sister, natch— even if we don’t do this thing, please ruin her ass, it’ll be the funniest fuckin’ thing, seriously. But uhh, past that, I mean we bring the cameras in here and we get some choreo goin’! We go on like there’s nothin’ here, you go rattling windows and fuckin’ up the floor, we act all freaked out… I’unno. Like the rest of the stuff.

[Not that she’s seen that, but he’ll get to that part.]

I guess we could like, defeat you or whatever, or if you wanted to just hide in the background of shots and we’ll just pretend we don’t see you, it could be uh, could be really funny. I mean, we still gotta look cool, gotta impress the fans and all, but they go nuts on studying footage and seeing little blips ’n stuff? Could drive ‘em nuts for years.