[There's a certain relief on top of a quiet joy at having found so affectionate a family, even if he doesn't consider himself to be family. An informant, a grave keeper, a nightmare ward, a guardian... He can easily be these things.]

Those were my thoughts. You can't go to the novelty store in town and pick up a stick of vanilla. It just doesn't work that way, although he did argue that the rarity of it in that sense adds to the appeal. I still don't think that's enough to beat chocolate out.

[He nods and looks back to the skeleton again.] He has a point, and I think you don't need to be told. Unless that wasn't your cause of death and you're just an odd one. Aren't you though, my friend?