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Looking around for a friendly face, Isabel takes a seat at a table, ordering a Cherry Cola with Lime. She waits for a friend to appear.

"I'm telling the media! Which my people owns!" He mock threatens.

"Except...oh. Dead. The truth will remain, it seems, out there."

"If you tried to tell your head would explode." Isabel nods, working to keep her face serious.

"I'm sure I'd have bigger problems," he muses. "I've never actually tried to leave the bar. I'm afraid it might get Beetlejuice."

"Don't try...if you died I'd be sad..." She admits softly, a look of worry crossing her face.

"Um..."

He stops himself from wearing the Captain Obvious hat.

"Well, I mean, not so crazy about the out of doors anyway," he assures her.