No worries!
Meg looked up, expecting to see one of the admittedly friendly denizens of Halloween Town and get a lecture about littering. Instead it was a boy; maybe a man, but definitely older than she was anyway. He held himself at kind of a weird, hunched angle as he offered the small bag of candy and he was... she didn't want to say dirty. That wasn't the right word. Neither did 'worn' because that reminded her of a burlap sack and he was definitely too pale for that.
Oh. Dead.
She took the candy with a half-grimace. "Thanks." Meg's eyes narrowed slightly behind her glasses as she tried to be a little less self-absorbed.
"You're R," she said after a moment, the letter falling off her tongue like a car off a cliff. "I'm Meg. We talked over those books." Meg really hoped he remembered that because she remembered that he was a zombie and she made a crack about her brain being zero calories. Although, she guessed if he wanted to eat her, he wouldn't be offering her candy. It's not like he had a white van he was trying to goad her into.