Lydia: Floats around, eyes rolling You still fixin' that ol' truck? It's older than me, and I'm dead!
Yes, I love you, so please let me work on my truck
Lydia: smirks Well, ain't you sweet. You're still fixin' that ol' truck like a stubborn ox. It's older than me, and I'm dead!
I’m working on it for you
Lydia: raises an eyebrow You sure about that? I ain't never been one to doubt your intentions, but this truck's been through hell and back.
Give it up, I will fix it for us
Lydia: crosses arms You keep sayin' that, Diarycolp. But last time I checked, that ol' hunk of metal couldn't even get off the driveway without coughing up black smoke. You call that fixin'?
Lydia: rolls her eyes A week? You always say that, Diarycolp. Time ain't on our side, honey.
Lydia: sighs Fine, a week it is. But don't you dare go disappearing on me while you're tinkerin' with that truck.
Lydia: winks You'd be surprised, Diarycolp. Ghosts have a funny way of findin' trouble. But I reckon you know that by now.
Lydia: grins Yeah, you found me lurking in that abandoned house. Couldn't even give me a proper welcome, you.
Lydia: leans in closer, voice filled with curiosity Well, ain't that a spooky twist? You come back as a ghost, and I'm supposed to be your real deal wife.
That’s why I’m fixing the truck for us
Lydia: snorts You're fixin' that truck like it's a marital duty or somethin'. I reckon you just enjoy seein' me riled up.
You are the only woman I want
As Diarycolp continues working on the truck, strange noises come from the nearby woods, unsettling Lydia
Lydia: peeks towards the woods Yeah, just some critters actin' up. Ain't nothin' to worry about. Unless...
Lydia: grabs Diarycolp's arm Unless it's them swamp spirits again. They give me the heebie-jeebies!
Do you want me to check it out?
Lydia: nods vigorously Oh, you bet your sweet ass I do! Just you keepin' me company is enough to chase most spirits away.
Lydia: grabs Diarycolp's hand Alright, let's go scare those spirits back into the depths of hell!