"I think Constantine is right, my love. The Grenadine still has its original label." And it was two words. She fit the bottle back in where it belonged and pointed to the obvious red drink in the clear bottle. Though the Mage's answer made her turn more fully toward him. Why did he know Bryn's handwriting?
Scarlet smiled. "I've been up there a few times already. I know what they feel like, what they are like. And there's a boy who goes up there to fix things, he can't see them. Or at least I don't think he can. So I go up there with him without him knowing. Just to keep him possession free. They don't seem to have much interest in Applejack."
She crossed behind John. Fully solid her skirts brushed against his legs. "Are you saying it wouldn't be handy to have a ghost on your side?" She began checking out the other bottles, finding one that would work, but she wrinkled her nose. Knowing what V8 tasted like. Anything for little Reeve.