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"Cynthia's awake."
"Yes, I'd noticed."
"Well, with any luck, she'll go bother someone else today."
"That'd be nice. I would like to get the cleaning finished sometime this month. Detail, up there."
"Yayay."
"No, no, not there. There! Look where I am pointing!"
"Oh. Whee!"
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"She can be so dense, sometimes, can't she?"
"I'm not dense! Density requires mass! Ghosts don't have mass!"
"You're a poltergeist, Detail."
"The principle's the same!"
"I swear, Lisa, you let her hang out with Minerva too much."
"What am I supposed to do, Mina? She likes to dust the shelves. And she can get into the little spaces between the bookends and the shelves. Dust accumulates there, you know."
"Yes, Lisa, I know. But-"
"If anything, you're the one who's dense, stupid human!"
"I am getting a little tired of these outbursts of hers."

"Becca, why are we even here?"
Lady Rebecca Caroline Elspeth, without looking up from the small sink at which she stood, brushed a few strands of vaguely translucent brown hair away from her pale green eyes, and said, "If you wish a response from me, I insist that you address me in the fashion my rank affords me." She sniffed, and went back to work scrubbing dishes.

"Fine. Lady Rebecca Caroline Elspeth, great princess of the scullery, why are we even here? The only person around her who actually eats is Mina, and she cooks her own food."

A small spirit floating nearby added her voice to the conversation, saying, "I, for one, don't appreciate being dragged out everyday for non-existent meals. Also, could you let up on the scrubbing? You're hurting me."

Rebecca sighed. "It would not do for the good Lady Cynthia not to have a kitchen staff. As a person of import, she must keep up appearances. And I will have none of your lip, young lady." Rebecca ceased her scrubbing, and picked up a frying pan which lay next to the sink. Like her, it was vaguely translucent, and it trailed wisps of raw ectoplasm as Rebecca swung it into the spirit who had spoken up. The victim of her anger went tumbling through a wall and into the next room, and Rebecca smiled faintly as she placed her pan back by the sink.

"As for you, get back to chopping those onions."
"Fine. As you wish, my lady."