"He won't bite." Robin smirked and reached for a pack of said Twizzlers, pretending to consider it seriously. "I might, though. You've totally got me pegged." She set the pack down and smiled. "Come on, let's go talk to him. It'll be easy."
Robin kept her voice down too as she led the way through the crowded shelves. As they drew closer, it became clear that Ghosty Joe was slumped back on a stool, reading the same newspaper Robin'd seen him read the week prior. Either Marrowood didn't have much of a journalism industry, Ghosty Joe was a slow reader, or he couldn't actually read.
"Joe, this is my friend Lisa. She's looking for work here."
It took him a moment, but Ghost Joe eventually looked up and at both Robin and Lisa, his gaze unwavering. "So... nod once if yes, nod twice if no."