Derek: *Sighs* Playing the piano. I used to play it before I was in orchestra. Angie: *Fixing the stitching on Sam's mouth, exhaling* I'll give you one for chance. Go away.
Angie: *Laughs quietly* You called me a freak. Now here's your chance to see how I feel, and see what I see. And, you can talk. It's not completely sewed shut.
Angie: *Tilts her head* Benjamin is a demon barber. I'm sure he wouldn't mind taking care of your hair. *Snorts, writing a letter* Besides, the underworld magic is more fun.
Angie: *Laughs* Oh, and each time you insult me/any of the undead you'll just get even more miserable. *Burns the letter in a green fire, watching it disappear*
Angie: *Nods* I became undead after Benjamin let me free. I'm very happy in the underworld. *Coughs, covering her left eye*