[Cont. From] @asktheghosthost
In the oddest way, it was a relief to hear her apology hadn't been necessary; which made sense that Beau had eternity and all the stuff that went with it. Pushing down that sliver of guilt had been surprisingly easier than one could imagine. And knowing The Ghost Host like she did, the 'hang out' comment was a pun in some way or another. There was a chuckle of her own, following where he was escorting her to. "You make a very solid point there, I sometimes forget 'ow understandin' you are 'bout things. That you were. Do you ever miss it? I don't believe I've ever asked that."
With a delight, ivy hues went a touch wide as the teapot's lid was lifted, and even more so at the name of the tea itself. "That's delightful. Is boo-long similar to oolong?"
Now with a cup of tea in hand, she simply listened, sipping on it every so often--though then allowed it to float in midair once she went to speak. "Hmm, I always thought 'undead' referred to zombies and livin' corpses. Unless it's what Mel would call one of those 'umbrella' sort of things. What sort of circles, if you don't mind me askin'?" No harm in asking.
Even in her teenage years, the abilities that both Beau and the mansion itself possessed always fascinated her beyond words. Always wondered which one was more prominent, though it was obvious that the mansion itself was a partnership of sorts with the residents that dwelt within its walls. The floating volume pulled her from those thoughts, not able to read the cover until it was in her friend's grasp. "Corporeal 'or my life or rather our lives. I don't think she is, but I've always noticed she always has on perfume."