Lucas let out his own snort of laughter. "Right. Except they'd probably drift through people's houses and soak up all the gossip and stuff that happens behind closed doors which is infinitely more interesting that we give it credit for." He munched on a piece of crust and wrinkled his nose. "Y'know, they'd probably never leave, and I'd get harrassed in the street with gossip as to who is sleeping with who. Whom is sleeping with whom? Who and whom?" He pulled a face; grammar was confusing. Talking was hard. At least talking with Cece felt like he'd never left, which was amazing and such an insane relief.
"So, yeah, I guess, spirits have all the best gossip."