Zelda stared at him, wide-eyed. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her tone slow and deliberate. "That was a joke." Pause. "Wasn't it?"
Now she was starting to feel rather creeped out, and crossed her arms, rubbing her upper arms with her hands. Ghosts weren't logical. They weren't scientific. They couldn't be measured or weighed or quantified.
But there was something going on and the look on Link's face made a chilly sort of sensation run its fingers down her spine, logic or no.