Beetlejuice paused his tirade to look at the girl. His face softened. He wasn't alive, and he never had been. Beetlejuice didn't know what it was like to go hungry; he never really [i]felt[/i] hunger. He could eat, sure. But it was mostly out of boredom and enjoyment of doing so. God, being alive must suck. 

"Aw, kid," He sat down on the cot next to her. "I would help if I could." He could conjure up food, sure, but once he was gone, so was everything he conjured, and she'd still be hungry. He hated feeling helpless. It made him anxious, sad, and most of all, [i]angry[/i]. Movement outside the window caught his attention, and his lip curled with disgust. He hated these humans; he could kill them and not give it a single second thought. He [i]would[/i], if he wasn't trapped. 

The slot on the door flapped open, and a tray skittered across the floor. Beetlejuice waved his hand to bring it to a stop, then floated it over to Lydia. His powers, unless summoned, weren't terribly impressive. It was after being summoned that things got real. 

The tray was plastered with what looked like a turkey TV dinner that had been microwaved, thrown off a cliff, and then scraped onto a plate. At least it wasn't bugs, he guessed. He didn't know why Lyds wouldn't just give them a try. Especially the crunchy ones. 

"Fucking finally," He sighed. "Well, bone apple teeth, kid."