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Ghost-hunting's hungry work, and Squiddo's been busy being chased by and chasing a silent, invisible entity who likes jumpscaring them.
They complain loudly as they trudge back to their van. But when they open their supposedly-empty fridge, they blink at the row of chicken eggs.
"Wha—hey, was this you?"
The entity, of course, doesn't reply.
"... Could you also get me some mushrooms? I'll look away!"
Sure enough, there's mushrooms when they look again. They request some more ingredients and cook up some nice stew, then set aside a bowl for the entity.
"Guess you're not so bad after all..."