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Well, he hadn't been expected Jordan to play along. It was fun, though, and he followed the man with a snort of laughter. Caroline had told him he had to choose not to feel guilty, because he really wasn't. He was working on it.

"Scattering petals on a rug sounds more like out of cheesy romance novel than fortune telling." Horace would know; he'd read oodles of the books. "But... like.... I think... you should organize a ghost hunt. Or maybe I'll do one when I become a student. You're invited. We can scout out any ghostly activity and document it and run for our lives. You know, the good stuff." He waggled his fingers and made spooky noises. In truth, he would absolutely love to do just that. Horace didn't know that he believed in the paranormal, but it was damn interesting.

"I bet we can jury-rig some kind of devices. Oh, and I've got a portable recorder for those EVPs we'll be hearing." He paused. "Uh, not hearin', recording.." The E meant electronic, after all. "As long as you write it down, it's science."

He looked towards the admin offices. "Maybe they're vampires with an extremely limited schedule. You know, no sun, no mirrors, no bad garlic breath. What's the department head of psychology like?"

"Sounds perfect, ghost-huntin'-p- buddy." He'd almost said 'partner' there. But Jordan's grin remained pretty infectious and he returned it with one of his own. Horace continued to nod sagely at Jordan's admission to garlic pizza. Clearly, that was what was up with that department. Vampires, the entire lot.

"Now," he said, mock seriously. "Is he hot imposing or don't-touch me imposing? It's an important question. ...for science."

Horace made a comic sound of disappointment. "What a shame. That old is less finely aged and more too ripe. I did hear there was a famous author as a teacher here, though. Supposed to be nice but crotchety." He tried to remember what the man's name was... Algernon?

"Yes, excellent - a ghost hunt to be." He didn't expect to find someone like Jordan wandering the halls at Rider-Waite. Maybe this impromptu 'tour' had been a good idea. After a moment, he pulled out his phone. "If we're gonna ghost hunt, I better get your number just in case the ghosts get you. So I can heroically save you and all that."

"Wrinkly fig? Now that put images in my mind." He grimaced. There wouldn't be any movie-style extra credit there, then. That was probably for the best. At least Ashdown seemed to have a plethora of nice-looking people he could discreetly ogle - from afar. One wrinkly professor was only a drop in the pond.

Horace tapped Jordan's phone number into his phone and proceeded to text him. "Make sure you use the ghost emoji, okay? That way I know it's a scream of ghostly terror and not something else." Then he pocketed his phone, satisfied.

"Where to next, o fair guide?"

"I appreciate you understanding the gravitas of the use of emojis," he said, unable to suppress a laugh. The old professor was commented on no further, though Horace made a face at Jordan's gesture.

"I think we should scope out our territory, so the library seem like a good idea. But, will they let me in within a college I.D.?" He had his regular one, and sometimes, sometimes, colleges would allow someone in with a student. Or at least he thought so.

The giggle was cute, Horace thought. He appreciated Jordan's art of bullshittery, even if it ended in laughter. "You almost had it! A+ in bullshit. Or maybe only a B because of the laughter. You'll have to do extra credit," he teased.

"I can be quiet as a chruch mouse when needed. Cross my heart, etc." Sh shrugged and made a sweeping gesture with his arm. "Lead the way, Jordan."