"Just a little of everything, hun. Help yourself." Adam was flipping some french toast. Barbara went to look up what braid she wanted to try for the twelfth time. 

Beetlejuice was hovering over the table. "They sure know how to put up a guest, don't they?" He sounded a little glum, but forced a smile. He was still stuck on the idea that, with all this, Lydia wouldn't need him anymore, and he'd be right back to being a useless, invisible demon.