* 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 / 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍

BEX’S EYES GO WIDE AND INNOCENT at the question, one hand over her heart and the other open palmed and raised as she shakes her head with a solemn, “scouts honour.” despite the display, bex is sincere as she meets asher’s eyes and says, “gibi is safe in my hands. i promise.”

fitz: really ?? 🥺 i'm gonna be cheering you on from the crowd then! go best friend! go go best friend!

“YOU’RE STILL NOT HAVING A good time?” fitz asks in mild concern, smile morphing into a slight frown as he looks at aidan’s stance. he could understand it he supposes. the fear of the unknown and the dead and everything to do with that. he just can’t relate to it. the eerie piano playing through the attic only makes fitz want to know answers rather than making him fear for his life, but he knows better than anyone that his perspective on life isn’t exactly normal. he makes his way back to aidan to stand a bit awkwardly beside him, hoping that the company will be some sort of comfort if nothing else. “i mean, everyone loves lizzo. right? the question is whether or not we’re shacking up with the kind of spirits who would theoretically love lizzo or like asshole spirits. i mean, i’d say that’s a that is a pretty good way to differentiate between potential vengeful spirits and benevolent ones.” fitz’s brow is raised as he tilts his head and gestures, “would they like lizzo or not? if it’s a no then they probably have unfinished business, i mean if you hate lizzo you can’t be a happy person.”

“AVA... ARE YOU REALLY SUGGESTING that we play these spirits lizzo and see if they can not only register the music we’re playing but mimic it?” fitz asks with faux solemnity, looking at ava very seriously for a few moments before he is slowly shaking his head. “...that is such an irresponsible use of our resources.” fitz’s lips are twitching then, the act falling away in favour of his eagerness as he grins and honestly says, “and also everything i’ve ever wanted. so yes, the answer is yes, let’s do it.” fitz moves to try and shove his camcorder under his armpit then, using his now free hand to reach into his pocket and pull out his phone even as he rambles, “god, okay, what lizza song should we chose? i mean, i know truth hurts is the obvious choice but i have a soft spot for juice. and i mean, i did just quote the opening line to tempo...” ftiz’s brows are furrowed for a second before he’s looking at ava thoughtfully, “what do you think the ghost will respond best to?”

“DO YOU FREAKING HEAR THAT?” fitz asks enthusiastically, camcorder in his hands and eyes wide like a child in a candy shop as he listens to the faint sound of piano through the attic. his expression is lit up with wonder unfitting of the admittedly pretty creepy situation they are in, but fitz could never hide his enthusiasm and he wasn’t going to learn that skill now. “the piano...” fitz glances around the attic for another few moments, smile widening as he calls, “god, i’ve been waiting for this one! turn it up!” fitz is still grinning at his own joke as he continues to record around the attic, all for his own records of course. “what do you think is the potential of the spirits being lizzo fans? i’m thinking pretty high. i mean, who isn’t a lizzo fan, right?”

fitz: because if so, yes. the answer is yes, and i think that legally blonde is the only right answer here. i mean, what like it's hard? a cultural reset.