Lisa's lips twitched toward one side; a puff of air left her nose that could've been a colorless laugh, if she hadn't actively been keeping herself quiet. Ghosty Joe didn't seem to register much, but she'd seen the townspeople in their bad-moods. It sure as hell didn't take much, and she wasn't going to push it.
"I'm not exactly invested in my job here," she told him, bland humor in her tone. "It's just something.... I don't know, to pass the time in Purgatory. Chocolate's always good. Especially if you need a mood-boost."