Tsunami stopped, mid-scrub in one of the guest bedrooms up the hall and looked around the room, her ears all but twitching. She could have sworn that she had just heard someone ask for food. The ghosts never asked for food. They were dead. Eating wasn't exactly high up on their list of priorities. That could only mean one thing.

"Guests!" The word was whispered but the level of excitement as she un-bent from over the toilet she had been cleaning and quickly puts away the supplies, making sure to wash her hands before heading down the stairs to greet the person. Although the ghosts should have at least done that by now.

She was headed down the stairs when she passed a mirror and saw her own reflection in it. Her hair was ghastly, her outfit needed to be changed, and she was still wearing her cleaning apron. In other words, greeting the guest was out of the question until she cleaned herself up at least a little bit. So she smoothed her hair with her hands and pulled off the apron, hanging it in the utility closet for later. Having no choice but to greet her guest in the plain black skirt and grey shirt she had on, since the guest was likely within full view of the stairs, she decided the outfit would have to do and made her way down to do her job. 

After reaching the bottom of the stairs, she realized that she had more than just one guest, something she really should have guessed was a possibility earlier. She beamed at all of her guests, friendly as can be. She had learned years before that judging your guests based on appearance (and, boy! did she have some rather unusual guests before) was most often times a mistake. Many a handsome traveler had become a problem while the scariest of them all had been sweet as pie.

"Welcome, dears, to the Come Back Inn. I hope that my staff has been helpful in my absence and that none of you have been waiting too long. My name is Tsunami. Please let me know if there is any way that I can make your visit more comfortable."