"Well that seems way less practical," He complained. "But I guess."
Charles came back into the room, looking regretful for having set the demon up in his bedroom, of all places. He thrust a blue, plastic tub at Beetlejuice, which the demon immediately delved into.
"Once you're feeling up to it, we should probably get you settled somewhere else." Charles tried not to watch as Beetlejuice sucked a particularly fat worm up like a spaghetti noodle, making an unnecessarily loud slurping noise. He turned to Lydia.
"I have a spare bedroom you can take. It's probably not as nice as what the Maitlands had, but we'll work on it."