"Wanker." Angelina muttered, shaking her head in the ghost's general direction. "He may decide he hasn't had his say and pop back up." She warned. Or you know, decide he needed to play chaperone.
"Oh come now, mate. I don't think I could take the sad eyes if I insulted your looks too much." She said grabbing two glasses and a bottle of firewhiskey from the counter before joining him on the couch. "We could make a drinking game out of purposefully trying to annoy Ned."