[It was easier to shove away the unpleasantness as the Cat's attention turned towards the shop too. The musing about a lighthouse made... some sense- some sort of guiding light in the fog, building off the fog imagery Charles had brought up.

The offer of guidance made it make all the more sense, Charles blinking slightly as the Cat spoke on, giving him a little bit of information, prompting him to see if maybe it would shake something new free. And it again felt familiar, the ghost humming a thoughtful sound, brows furrowing. Free hand coming up as if he could maybe pluck the answer out of the air, like once again he had to touch the idea before it was real.] I... I could hold it. Not big. Sounded like the ocean though. Y'know how like you hold up one of those spinny shells to your ear? But it wasn't-

[A start as the pieces shifted, slid together, his entire countenance perking as a brilliant smile was cast the Cat's way.] A jar! With a little lighthouse in it!