"Yes," Jay practically shouts at him, fucking furious that he can't be heard, and that once again, just like with the flour, he can't do it again. "Yes it was!" He kicks at the paper towels and his foot sails through it and he ends up flipping himself over in the air. Okay then. That was weird. No more ghost tantrums.

He lets out a long, inaudible groan and drifts over, defeated, to tap Tim's shoulder. He'll have to offer a yes/no mechanic if they're gonna get any further.