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"Caverns above... did you just... sit on that boo?" She tilted her head, staring up at the hapless Shadeaux.
"Are you alright?" She was trying very very hard not to laugh, but failing miserably as she stifled a snicker.

Glen picked himself up from where he had fallen on top of Draconia off of the table, then helped her up as well before looking at Chase in awe.

"Wow! What a whistle!"

Glen then climbed back up on the top of the lurch table and held his hands up for attention.

"Sorry ghouls! He's spoken for!"

Sally rubbed her arm and looked at Jewels. How could she have known he was there? Guess she had to be more careful from now on, lest she sit on a super small ghoul.

"I did not mean too..." she said, sitting in another chair. "I am sorry." She said again to Shad.

Next she heard another new voice. She looked at Rory and tilted her head "If you wish to sit, I do not mind." She said, nodding at him "The sudden company is nice."

The mole girl's eyes widened at the sight of Rory, a dazed grin spreading across her face. "Oh.. my.. goth.. " she stared at him. "You.. you're SO SHINY!" She could see her reflection in the good side of his face, unable to contain her enthusiasm. "i'mJewels, and oh my.. itlookslike you're super popular... " She indicated Glen, Chase and the forlorn snubbed Dashner. "Wh.. why don't you want to sit with them?" She gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth, that was kinda rude wasn't it? "Oh i'm sorry... i can't stop talkingwheni'm nervous.. " at which moment the boo on the ceiling crashed down with a fantastic clattering if cutlery, crockery and trays. Jewels squeaked in surprise. "Oh caverns above.. are you alright? "

Hellene snatched her tray back before Glen could step on it. Manny started up about the Grimdertaker again and Chase pretended not to notice lurch lady giving him the kind of glare that would have made him turn into a giant pink detention slip if such were in her power. He did, however, puff up his chest a little as Glen made his proclamation.

And Glen wanted to add another boo to this table?

"Draconia," Hellene began, turning solemnly towards her BFF, "I love the boos, and Manny is great and I'm glad he and Chase are getting along now and have all kinds of things to talk about and that Glen is still Glen since I guess he never went antwhere, but..."

Draconia swallowed a bite of her fish sandwich and looked at her friend, parsing out the root idea from the string of words.

"They're enthusiastic today, aren't they? After all the circus business, they get to horse around."

Chase's hooves clopped as he pulled at Glen's sleeve to finally get down, and Hellene nodded vigorously.

"I'm glad they're back, don't get me wrong, but this is too much," she said, lifting her tray out of the way of Glen's feet again, "it's just too much."

"Do you want us to go sit by Rory? He's much quieter and less likely to step on your lunch."

"Heavens no! I mean, he's fine but it looks like he's well covered. It's just that I think we need a Ghouls Night. No stomping, clomping or loud whistling. With all the running around lately we need to relax and these boos, while absolutely wonderful don't get me wrong, are getting on my last feather and if you wouldn't mind I say we just rent a bunch of films from Hexflix and..."

"...have a creepover!" Draconia finished for her, while she had an opening, "oh that's a jolly good idea!"

"Yes! We can invite some other ghouls too, so it's not just the two of us," she continued, glancing at Sally's table, "I can't be the only one who's getting a little...overwhelmed."

Glen finally relented and scampered down from the table at Chase's urging and had a seat, but not before his ears picked up a very vital piece of gossip from one of his ghouls!

"A ghouls night out?" He looked eagerly between Hellene and Draconia. "Can I come?"

"Er....Glen..." Draconia took a deep breath and prepared her kindest, most gentle voice. "The point of a GHOUL's night is that it involves only ghouls. You know. Maladies. She-monsters. Monsters who wear skirts that are not forced on them by the Captain of the Fear Squad."

Draconia paused to let this sink in, and saw that Glen was preparing to unleash his secret weapon - the extra-blinky, super-adorable werecub stare he had perfected to get his way. Draconia hurridly thought of a way to diffuse them before they were fully armed.

"Why don't you organize a boo's night? There are ever so many boos who I'm sure would enjoy a creepover and a chance to unwind after nights of sleeping on bales of hay and eating turnips for every meal."