"Uh-" Ben said, frozen in place the second their weapons came out. Well, weapons and whatever the hell those things were behind the girl. They looked like ghosts or something. Ben was tired of seeing and enduring grotesque and horrible things and he wanted to be afraid of the girl with the ghosts and the kid with the gun but he just couldn't find it in him. He really was just tired of it. So instead, he was calm, laughably calm. He even shrugged.
"I think there's poptarts. Not much by way of liquor, though. Sorry." He paused, thinking it over. Maybe the girl would set her ghosts on him if he didn't provide. "I can't try to make you something, though."