"I do, on occasion, but the beard was ridiculous," Pierce replied as he headed back into the kitchen. He was still within talking distance and she could see him as well, through the glassless window. "I was waiting for a few midgets to pop out of there. Maybe the Holy Grail."
The tea kettle came off of the stove as it whistled at him. "What kind of tea do you want, love? And I'm not sure what it means yet, Ms. Momo." Pierce was well aware that the Mr. Gregory title meant the Princess of Darkness was feeling even more morbid than usual. He would attempt to elevate her mood at least a wee tad. The lack of sleep probably wasn't helping her either. "Depends on what you believe. You could be of the opinion of the other residents - that there's something in the air making you see things - or you could believe that it's the work of something else."