"I don't think they can be ghosts since they were never living in the first place. They were never fertilized. If they had been, there would be dead chicks inside." Ginny shuddered, hard, completely grossing herself out with the thought. She hadn't meant to go there, but sometimes she did let her mouth go. She shrugged at Evan's philosophical question but didn't answer. "I haven't had my tea yet, Ev. I can't do philosophy."
Ginny cringed at the use of her proper first name, but the scowl quickly dissolved into giggles. "Not that I can remember that time in my pre-life anyway," she said around laughter. She had just managed to get her giggles under control when he mentioned chicken hardships. "This is one of the many reasons I love you," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes. She took the batter from her friend and began making pancakes. Having to focus on not burning breakfast calmed her down.
Once she had three pancakes for each of them, she turned off the heat on the stove and put a charm on the remaining batter to keep it fresh. She split the cakes between two plates and set them on her little kitchen table. "There are berries in the ice box and chocolate spread in the pantry," she told Evan. "Or there's butter in the ice box. Do you want juice and tea, or just one?"