You entered Connie's room, all of her furniture and items floating mid air. As they should be. We don't know why she wants it like that but no one bothers to change it.

You wanted to just pop in and say hi. Like a good friend, of course.

She noticed you, and her ghostly cheeks flushed a darker blue than her face. As you waved and said the normal hello, she tried to be cool and say,

"Whatsup."

But her unconsciously starting to float higher caused her to become embarrassed, trying to get back to her little hover just two inches off of the ground instead of the floating two FEET above the ground.