Aka The Mom Friend

"You're welcome--I unfortunately don't know much French. A switch up is most welcome in my books. I do so at my shop every couple of weeks."

"It's nice not to be judged for that sorta thing."

Many a time he'd been told not to add so much sugar to his tea. But he was weak for sweets, he had to sweeten his tea. Kounosuke wasn't a big fan of bitter tastes, though he found them fascinating on their own, and indulged in them from time to time. Bitter chocolate could be delicious, depending on what mood a person was in. Or that's what he believed.

"No time like the present!"

His way of saying that the current day would be fine. After all, the tanuki was a very 'go with the flow' kind of guy, always living in the now instead of worrying about the future. You couldn't really change it, only inch it in the way you wanted it to go, so why worry about the unknown?

It was going to happen regardless of what you did.

"I was nervous about flying when I first did it. But I must have flown over a hundred times by now, I'm super used to it."

He grins.

"One of the most wonderful feelings in the world."

Tea wasn't tea in her book if she didn't sweeten it to some degree, however, sugar wasn't the only thing Mellie would add. Often she had a combo of honey and sugar, something of which most would think to be on the 'too sweet' side of things. Yet, as the young woman would point out, the addition of lemon--a natural tart citrus--could effectively act as a balancer.

"Absolutely perfect news!"

The expression didn't go overlooked, not by a long shot, and she was very pleased to hear he'd be willing to start right away. Would this count as her first official employee? To her, it would, at least since Tuesday was no longer around and running things. She'd never got around to actually hiring people, even though her brother was technically part of the staff; just with very part-time hours. What with being an accomplished poet.

After nearly ten years of being on her own, she could honestly use the help.

"I really think everyone is nervous when it comes to their first flight, or that's what I've read, anyhow. Then ya get used to it, hopefully it'd be fairly quickly. Like, say, by the second time you're just fine."

There's a grin of her own now.

ㅤㅤ❝𝓐re you asking for my assistance with locating him?❞ The tyrant asked, almost hearing a bit of annoyance in his voice with the quest at hand, having to locate the girl's brother. Not that he couldn't do it. He was an excellent tracker. However, he wasn't a people pleaser or one that simply does things for other people.

Beetlejuice was honestly having a ball of a time himself as he danced around the dancers himself, hands waving around as if he was conducting the music to which his living puppets were dancing too.

However it wasn’t the shocked and the displeasure of his dancers that was allowing him to have just fun. It was Mellie’s delight at his antics, the delight and joy she had, that well it was infectious to him and he was happy he could make his friend feel that way.

He had gotten to know Mellie well and while she had mellowed him out in ways to be a little more calmer, though his chaotic nature did seep out now and again, pranks like this did help him to blow off a little chaos and not be too much for Mellie.

It may have happened once before and it was more than enough for him to not want it to happen again.

With a grin and a smirk though he is going to come back to join Mellie before he snapped his fingers and the two dancers collapsed to the floor. Not hurt or dead or anything just a little exhausted from the little dance session.

Everyone else in the room was paying so much attention to the two main dancers, that they weren't paying her any mind. So Mellie could fully dance around as though she had her own partner and enjoy the performance as well--two birds with one stone!

To her, it was interesting how they could feel the other one's energies and play off that--to feel the other one's happiness. Was this the joy of hanging out with a friend and causing chaos? If so, Mellie could very well get used to this. Well, in a way, the teenager already had.

Unfortunately because she was a teenage girl, there were limits to what she could and couldn't handle; yet the limits weren't too bad considering the whole added witchcraft thing. Yet she was a peaceful being at her core, probably would be in the years to come.

There'd been one incident, but since it'd been a while, she was no longer affected. Yet had no idea Beetlejuice kept this in mind.

If Mellie hadn't been around the demon for some time, the tiny gasp she let out would've been louder and not so tiny when the dancers fell to the floor. Like puppets that were no longer needed. Yet she could tell the girls weren't hurt, she could see them breathing even from a distance.

elizabeth keeps her gaze trained on the blonde in front of her. the question confuses her. a prying question too. what else does she like to do outside of magic? what interests does she have? she is simply a customer and one that is not normally up for small talk. she knows very little of this woman and her beliefs. what would mellie continue to think of her if she answers the question? would she think she's gave into madness and treat her in a similar way elizabeth seen others treat her mother's paranoia?

lips pressed into a thin line, she answers, "normally, i'm checking out of haunted hotels. some days i'm manifesting and casting spells or hanging out with the dead."

The two questions are only in the slightly prying category, at least by Mellie's own standards. Besides, she was only trying to make conversation; that was it, and nothing more. Not every one of her customers is chatty, but that doesn't mean that the fair-haired witch doesn't try all the same. Yet, even she can recognize at literal stop and cease when she sees one. Yet this isn't the woman standing in front of her isn't exactly her normal clientele. Yet, how does she convince this woman she isn't one to judge?

ㅤㅤ❝𝓨eah, in a sense you're just slightly evolved apes-- no offense. But compared to the other figures that have been around for billions of years, we've seen a lot of things.❞ Jack remarked casually. ❝All of you are but a millisecond of time compared to the twelve hour clock that I've lived.❞ ❝I don't think I am wrong in phrasing it like that. I think it was rather good." In a lot of sense, he always defended what he said or did. Nothing in his icy blue eyes was wrong. ❝About your gardens? Yeah, if it's seasonal things then it's most likely me.❞

"Fine, fine. I s'ppose ya win this one. I mean, you're more creative than most, I'll give ya that." If she was being honest, Mellie had heard far worse. From other children in her younger days, they could be like that after all. "Uh…well 'bout that…he can freeze things too. His name is Melvin and if ya cross paths with 'im… I'm so sorry."