"Maybe it's, like, an emotional thing," Beetlejuice suggested. "Like, I can't ever go full on Shoggoth unless I'm really pissed. Mom never let me forget." He sat at the kitchen table, chin rested on it.

Charles came in with the groceries. "I stopped by the Maitlands' and let them know you're safe," he said, "So you'll both be staying here for a while." He paused, uncertainly. "Lydia, could I have a moment with Mr. Juice?"

Beetlejuice picked his head up. "If this is about the ghost snakes, it wasn't me!"

"Ghost snakes?" Charles frowned. "Nevermind. Lydia, why don't you go up stairs for a bit and work on your online class some."