"Aww, Lyds, you're the best," Beetlejuice grinned. 

Charles grimaced. "You [i]eat[/i] bugs?" His face contorted in disgust.

"The slimey and crunchy ones are the best," BJ explained. "I don't technically [i]have[/i] to eat, but since I got my shit pushed in like an hour ago, it would help."

Charles looked around the room. He liked to think that he kept his house relatively insect free. "I...er, have some nightcrawlers in the shed. For fishing bait. Do you...like those? 

Beetlejuice's face lit up. "Daddy?" He whimpered. "I'M HOME!" He threw his hands up, and promptly regretted it as it tore at his bandages. 

Charles made an uncertain face, not quite sure how to take that. "I'll go get those, I guess."