[Brook has several rebuttals to choose from, here. He's well aware of one way she could ever be talking to him post-untimely demise, for one thing. For another, he's heard it from a--well, he can't speak to his reliability, but--an extremely loquacious source that death doesn't stick in these parts. Then again, it could be that they're both right. Maybe that disheveled guy drinking wine straight from the bottle managed to save her after all, and she's only That Almost-Dead Girl. Brook isn't so good with names and faces, but he's pretty sure he hasn't mistaken her for someone else. The princess getup kind of sticks in the memory.
On the other hand, does he care enough to get to the bottom of this? Man, he doesn't even care enough to pick up a trowel and scratch the topsoil.]
Okay. Got me there. We're all super alive here in Creepy City... except for the people who drink the tea and die.
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On the other hand, does he care enough to get to the bottom of this? Man, he doesn't even care enough to pick up a trowel and scratch the topsoil.]
Okay. Got me there. We're all super alive here in Creepy City... except for the people who drink the tea and die.