[Charles hemmed at the idea, clicking his tongue against his teeth as he shook his head.] Nah. Like you're sayin, there's loads of better options. Takes a lot more juice than it's worth to press a ghost into service like that, unless they've got some specific skill you're looking to use. And none of these ones were anything like that. Pretty mundane bunch other than the hedge witch, Maryanne.

[Charles liked the idea even less than Courtney did, and it was something to think about, but he was also somewhat relieved that it was a highly unlikely thing in this case.]

Yeah? They get underfoot, well then he's got experience dealin' with me, [Charles chuckled, nodding at the thought.] Y'know, I think I will. The idea's growin' on me.

[And it would be an excellent in on chatting up the owner of this particular setup- he'd spotted her on the other side of the pen, smoking her pipe as she haggled with what looked to be a sprite of some sort over a small strawberry with a multitude of blinking eyes in a tiny glass jar.]

Charlie Row [As close to his actual name as he'd dare giving out- this wasn't the Fae, but there were enough around, let alone other sorts who could do some damage with a name, that he and Edwin just went by close alternatives here. Whatever the case his smile was genuine as he held a hand Courtney's way.] Of the Dead Boy Detectives at your service.