"Yeah, they're pretty cool. Wanna make one? I play a warlock," Nate took his fork and swished it like a wand.
Meanwhile, back home...
"All I wanted was her approval and she never appreciated me!" Beetlejuice sobbed into Barbara's lap. They were getting into the real meat of the demon's life problems, now.
"There, there," Barbara petting his hair, which she found to be in desperate need of a wash. "Your mom sounds like she doesn't deserve you. You have Lydia now, and she thinks the world of you." The demon sniffled, and looked up at Barbara. He had mascara pouring down his face. Had he even been wearing mascara? Was this another joke? Barbara was baffled by the demon's ability to make light of the situation, even as he was clearly pouring his heart out.
"Why don't we get you cleaned up," Barbara offered, carefully standing. Beetlejuice perked up at that, seizing yet another opportunity to be vile.
"Only if you join me, babes," He wiggled his eyebrows.