Billy snickered, glancing back at Wicked. "I wouldn't get mad, promise. Though that's not an open invitation to steal my future juice," he added, before looking curiously to Strange.
"Are you trying to say we all do that? Only...obviously, not with ghost friends?" That...sort of made sense. Billy tended to phrase his chants as sort of...a question. He thought it was more about focusing himself than asking but...maybe.