[Ash's thin eyebrows loft, pleasantly surprised by this turn of events. Why, he could have his very own doggy caretaker in this weird little afterlife, couldn't he?] Already raring to go, huh? Haha! If you know how to prepare a good hotpot with crab, you're hired. I could use a new butler, anyway.

[Finishing his pastry at last, Ash finds it within himself to stretch out amongst the covers and slip out of bed. If Hung is feeling that shy about his little wedded partner here, he might want to avert his eyes; Ash doesn't seem to have been blessed with any underwear to go with the negligee and he is not shy about it all hanging out. He pads carefully across the plush carpet to inspect the rest of the spread that's been left out for them, taking a tea packet between his fingers and preparing himself a cup as he plops into one of the room's armchairs, instead.]

Really? You're not? ... Are you sure?? That certainly throws a wrench into my theory. Hmmm.... [He slowly pours hot water into his cup from the kettle left for them, somehow still piping hot; the room slowly fills with the aroma of freshly brewing black tea.] Well I am most certainly dead. So perhaps you are the one who needs to figure out why he is here, mon cheri.

[Ash smiles as he adds a splash of milk to his cup and stirs. Yeah-huh, Betty would tuck him in!! :(] Especially as it appears that we've been wedded together. Isn't that fun? Ha!