[Dave. Please. He is always permitted to touch her chalk. She would never dream of denying him that.]

There was a book, too! A user manual to the food replicators. But the chalk is the only thing from home that I've found. [She drops her voice into a jokingly ominous tone:] For now.

I wonder if there's any rhyme or reason to what gets brought here? It all seems pretty random, but we both got stuff that's ours, you know?

But then again, who knows why anything happens here. Ghosts are like barkbeasts and they just sort of do things arbitrarily.