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- It smells fantastic. It does not taste fantastic.
It had been a dark and stormy night. Now that it was a quiet and star-lit evening, Vivi had the job of helping Lewis calm down.
He never had liked thunder or lightning. And now that he was ectoplasm, he liked it even less.
Therefore, Vivi wandered the halls of their haunted house. She periodically stopped in her meanderings and said, "Are there any ghosts in here?"
At least until Lewis lied, "No."
This was where the book came into play. "Are there any ghosts that just need to escape life's troubles and read some Nancy Drew with me?"
Nancy Drew had always been his favourite. Though hardly anyone dared comment on his choice of reading material. Lewis had learned fast that a seven-foot teen with muscles like grapefruit and hands bigger than most people's heads could do whatever they liked without much fear of peer pressure.
The lure worked. Lewis edged out of his hiding place between the walls. He still looked terrified about the general state of affairs.
Vivi smiled. "I'll start. Then you can do the next chapter."
It wasn't long before they were snuggling and reading together. Storm long since forgotten.