[Zach, you are her dear snowbrother, but how very dare you laugh at her distress. Which is profound. Her hair would probably be standing on end if it didn't, well, do that naturally. For every moment you laugh her face is growing hotter, and she's starting to think it's going to explode.

Kesara is bad at not worrying about things.]

But you have to be careful of it! Because if she were, can you imagine a baby here? You'd have to find a crib - I saw one in this house, I have it in my notes - it also had some toys and other things, so it might not be so hard, but I think there was a ghost in that house and who knows how a ghost baby would feel about sharing. I shouldn't like to share my things if I were a ghost and someone else was putting a live baby in my crib.

[This is clearly going off-topic. Which is perhaps not such a bad thing considering the topic.]

I will try not to worry. Only, be careful, Zach. Think about that poor ghost baby.