He grinned at her, tilting his head. "I'm proud of you." He gestured to the door in front of them. "This is the cellar, but it's locked. You know, to keep the ghosts in."
"Don't tell anyone," he said smoothly, "but it's her favorite thing to do is slide down this. She was the one who taught me about it when I was younger."
"It's quite a sight to behold," he agreed, looking down at her. "What about you? Tell me about your friends."
"Because he has been my best friend for years," she said, looking over at him with a frown. "I don't like it."