 be curious, not judgmental
If the Grey Lady thought it would be a good idea for Sophie Brown to ask the Friar himself, THEN SO SHE WOULD.
And, it seemed, the opportunity was upon her as the GHOST HIMSELF ARRIVED, looking jovial as ever. Adorable, really, just like Rooney's response to the ghost's arrival. THE MOST ADORABLE EVER. HONESTLY.
Settling into her chair, Soph listened intently. So he DID have a name, see? Alfred. Why couldn't they call him Friar Alfred? The part about him being executed wasn't so cute, but... she had questions. Lots of them. Some that were being covered by little Davie, so Soph avoided those topics... but she STILL wanted to know the answer to this one, so her hand went up.
"Sir? Doesn't it... I mean, couldn't there be a better nickname for you than the Fat Friar? S'not like we have to distinguish you from any other friars around here, so why not just the Friar, or a different adjective that better encompasses who you are, like... the Jolly Friar, like Reagan suggested?" Didn't it bother him? Ghosts had feelings, too, didn't they?
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