"Well, I promise not to tell the mashed potatoes that you're cheating on them with waffles and syrup," Cissie assures her with a smile. "I didn't tell a lie either. With people from so many places and having such different lives at home, it's hard to guess what might or might not be real."

She hesitates a moment, unsure whether she should address the elephant in the room, but she'd rather say something and have some awkwardness than to ignore it and be somehow cruel. "...I'm sorry, by the way. I'm not sure it's actually that cool, being dead, but one of my best friends used to be a ghost, so what do I know?"

...Okay, she hadn't necessarily meant to blurt out that last bit about Greta, but hey. It's not a lie?