"Of ghosties and ghoulies and long-legged beasties..." she mutters under her breath.
She isn't even sure why she knows that old saying. But it sure is fitting in this case.
"Um. Excuse me? Sir?"
Parker steps up closer to the ghost.
"I know this is all kind of....irregular. But, you see, we're the Que--the princess's entourage. You know, ladies and gentlemen in waiting? We need to go with her to do the waiting...thing."
She gives him her most winning smile. It works on old men. It could possibly work on a dead one.
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"Of ghosties and ghoulies and long-legged beasties..." she mutters under her breath.
She isn't even sure why she knows that old saying. But it sure is fitting in this case.
"Um. Excuse me? Sir?"
Parker steps up closer to the ghost.
"I know this is all kind of....irregular. But, you see, we're the Que--the princess's entourage. You know, ladies and gentlemen in waiting? We need to go with her to do the waiting...thing."
She gives him her most winning smile. It works on old men. It could possibly work on a dead one.