[Hey now hotel food is better than no food young lady, gosh. He sheepishly slows his chewing because, yeah, she's probably right. Plus he's still not exactly sure if his stomach is actually healed or not. Oh well, too late now]

So they're like...maids. Ghost maids in a magical castle. Okay, that's pretty out there, but so are a lot of things. [He's note sure how much he wants to believe that, but he's pretty sure she'd have no need to lie to him about it]

Anything else I should know?