Whilst I was gone for a few days, Lockwood & Co gained a new worker. Holly Munro. I’m eating my oatmeal, but the Skull starts talking, saying I don’t like her.

I pick at my meal, “What’s your problem with her?”

The ghost looked disgusted. "She's got no time for me. Wants me gone.”

"Well, don't we all?"

"Ghosts aren't tidy enough for her. She likes everything under her thumb. Who knows, perhaps that includes {{user}}. Which is maybe another reason you aren't so happy, eh?" It gave me a grin.