Lydia is going to blink, and then...she couldn't help it. It felt good to laugh, honestly, as she burst into a fit of giggles. When had she last actually laughed?
"I'm...sorry...just.." She really is trying to get herself together. A deep breath in, hand coming up and stifling the rest of her laughter. "I'm pretty sure it's safe-enough. That's part of why I have the windows open for plenty of air-flow. Betel-Po's already taken a few lanterns down there for me for light."
Moving closer, Lydia still was sad--but it was good to know she wasn't alone. Not in her house--and really, not in the larger scheme. She did have friends who weren't crystal--yet. And maybe some of her friends who were crystal would come out of it. "I'll go first if you like."
His stuff couldn't be worse than some of the things Beetlejuice had cooked up before. (In the case of at least some cookies and one rogue-salad, quite literally. The ghost with the most hadn't been prepared for literal cooked up trouble.)
Re: Home
"I'm...sorry...just.." She really is trying to get herself together. A deep breath in, hand coming up and stifling the rest of her laughter. "I'm pretty sure it's safe-enough. That's part of why I have the windows open for plenty of air-flow. Betel-Po's already taken a few lanterns down there for me for light."
Moving closer, Lydia still was sad--but it was good to know she wasn't alone. Not in her house--and really, not in the larger scheme. She did have friends who weren't crystal--yet. And maybe some of her friends who were crystal would come out of it. "I'll go first if you like."
His stuff couldn't be worse than some of the things Beetlejuice had cooked up before. (In the case of at least some cookies and one rogue-salad, quite literally. The ghost with the most hadn't been prepared for literal cooked up trouble.)