Not quite the reaction Colleen expected. The prematurely triumphant look on her face fell and her eyes averted, looking thoughtful as if to be questioning now her entire ghostly existence. Had she lost her touch? Colleen didn't think so, something had definitely changed and now she was suspicious, appraising him with a glance before stepping into the hug, which wasn't a bad alternative. Actually, she thought she might have liked that better and tried not to laugh because those were very important questions he just posed and she was shocked that no one had filled him in on this. This applied to vampires too.
"Oh yeah," she answered, a hand on his shoulder as she drew back to look at him and smile. "But deathdays are where it's at." Except when the deaths turned out to be incredibly depressing, then that wasn't fun for anyone. "For one, there's cake and--let me just say,--you have not died, okay, until you have had a deathday cake." Colleen nodded so earnestly that you would have thought she actually was a ghost, and now she was thinking a deathday party might actually need to happen. "We also have a kick-ass deathday song that gives the birthday song a run for its money--Am I right?"
A slender man painted like a skeleton from the torso up (or maybe tattooed, Colleen wasn't entirely sure) who she'd addressed turned and stared on stoically without a word, to which Colleen took with a grin and then turned back to Jasper and leaned in to say, "He knows what's up," in a hushed whisper.