“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?”