Spooky nods. Then she starts sprinkling it in liberally, like pepper.
"So we meeting at McDonalds on Saturday then? Obviously we can't go to the consilium..."
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Spooky follows Pipestone's letters to a T. "Kusanagi will be proud of US for putting his won to such good purpose."
She listens while Pipestone makes his calls. "Maybe I can talk the banisher ghost down. The talking cure. You think?"
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"Well, I might have a better chance with this than you all will killing his ghostly banishing ass," Spooky mumbled.
Spooky mixes diligently then adds lots of baking soda. And then a little more for flavor.
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Spooky turns the burner all the way up to high, her hands shaking.
"That can't happen. Therapy for the banisher ghost it is."
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Spooky dumps the rest of the box of baking soda into the pan. She whirls to face Pipestone. "If there is something I can do to keep you both from not being dead, I will do that thing." She jabs a finger at Pipestone. "Capiche?"
Spooky removes her finger from Pipestone's shirt and frowns doubtfully at the "tacos."
"How much longer? I'm starving."
Spooky frowns down at the blackish meat concoction. She sighs. "I know, Pipestone. But you charge right in. You are brave, and Bones too. But neither of you know when to back down. When to cower. When to lie your ass off. And frankly, the thing that is going to get you both killed is trying to do the right thing while the rest of the consilum looks around and says, "who me?"
She yanked the pan off the burner. "I am sick to death of the right thing. Sick. To. Death."
Spooky shrugs. She doesn't need a spell to eat anything though. She already does.
"Thanks, Pipestone. Now what's for dessert?"