Ceridwen rose up onto her knees and walked over to the coffee table, fixing a cup of tea for herself before settling back to let everyone else dish up some food first.
"So Richard just appeared in your home and started tormenting you?" she asked softly. "And from the sounds of it, smashing up your house."
"Yeah," Jesse said darkly. "He was more like a poltergeist than a regular ghost, he blew out the lights, tossed stuff around, and scrambled us in the process."
"Yeah, and Jesse decided to basically wave a red flag at him," Isaiah muttered. Jesse just looked at him. "I still maintain, better me than you three."
"Your martyr complex called, it's overblown," Isaiah retorted, before collecting his meal and disappearing into one of the bedrooms.
Jesse started to get up after him, but Ceridwen raised a hand, and he stopped. "Let him go, ti kras lonbraj mwen," she said. "He's scared, and he just watched his older brother get beat to hell and back by the ghost of the man all of you hate. We all process things differently."