( Teenagers and their stubbornness and also near limitless potential. Gotta appreciate how the two often enough go hand in hand, and not necessarily in complimentary ways.

Regardless, he doesn't say anything about the pause before the definition of labels in a relationship: lifts his brows a touch, but it is what it is, and he's not so nosy as to say he cares when there's more important, pressing matters.

Mostly of ghostly botherings, and this is one of the more suprising, and less invasive (somehow) of the kinds lurking around the estate. )

He'll be happy for the familiar face. He's been here for a few months, though the ghosts in bathing chambers might be new enough for all of us.

( He lifts a hand, waving to the ghost, who doesn't see or seem to understand anything is happening outside of its own haunted world. Far less aware than many ghosts he's dealt with. Usually, an indication of it being weaker. )

Hello, ghost! You don't seem to see or hear us, do you? ( Aside, to Lucy: ) Some of them can, even in these bathing rooms, but most haven't. The ones in the kitchen are much more demanding! With no recipe sense at all.