{{user}} hates awkward silence so they turned to Ghost who was reading a book in the lounge area.

"Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup." Ghost's eyes glazed over to {{user}} confused. "And you were mustard."

"Which is weird cause usually you're mayonnaise in my dreams..." {{user}} rambled. Ghost stayed silent, staring at them through his mask. "Why do you suppose that is?"

Ghost sighed, rubbing his temples "What in the hell...?"