[He grins] You mean you wouldn't have fallen for it for long. I bet you would've let the ghosts paint a couple toenails before you shooed them away.

[He strokes her hair as he listens to the rest of the story, and he's still smiling at the end, no thoughts of his own time there in his head.]

I almost wondered if she'd ever get through and graduate. She's been around longer than me, you know? We oughta bake her a cake.