Alanna no longer had problems grasping the fact that ghosts did indeed exist. Because seriously? Either she had talked to a ghost or there were suddenly voices in her head giving themselves names and personalities and histories. And that was just way too creepy to even consider as a serious option. Ghosts? Totally better. She turned into a chipmunk for god's sake and before that had known way too much about everything just by touching them... living on after death? Not really all that big of a deal so long as the ones who did stopped possessing her belongings.
Maybe one should go and jolt Ian's brain though because the poor guy seemed so out of it. I wonder if he does drugs? I don't smell any, but he seems so mellow... it'd totally explain why he downed three cupcakes in like three minutes. Oh. My. God. My neighbor's a druggie!! Then Alanna actually thought about it and realized how ridiculous that was. With her nose she definitely would have been able to smell it.
"Yeah, it all transferred just fine, no problem at all," Alanna answered, giving Callalily another scratch under the chin before standing and leaning against the counter, trying not to fidget. "Umm... I listen to a little of everything I guess, I don't really have a 'type' or 'style' or any of that. I've got classic Disney music mixed in with the White Stripes and Mozart. So long as I like it I don't really care, I'm not much of a music snob... and you?" Had he said something about music before? Huh, not that Alanna could remember.