[ Clover is helping running a couple booths. She's currently helping people bob for apples, offering hair ties for anyone with longer hair. ]

Would you like to give it a try? Apples are healthier than candy, and did you know? Superstition says that if you sleep with the apple you bobbed, you'll dream of your future love. It's unhygienic, but isn't it a sweet dream?

Halt! Thief! Put that back at once, you miscreant!

[ Clover points, indignant and righteous, at some ghost shoplifting from an outside stand (a book, a pair of shoes, fruit, plants, anything). Any misgivings or trepidation at the ghost's sudden appearance pales in comparison to the pursuit of justice.

Someone tell her you can't reason with a ghost because she's chasing after the runaway spirit. ]

Return right this instant, or I'll call an exorcist on you! Don't think I won't! Get back here, you jerk!

[ I TRIED TO RHYME BUT FAILED, but hit me with anything! Her workshop comment is here for reference or if you'd like to plot anything! ]