SPOILER!!: Dot and Brian
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Cassirin 
Brian earned himself a well-deserved eye roll, but at least Dot was willing to give him a bubble. No one deserved the stink that still lingered a little in the hair caught in her bubble, not even the goofball who had accidentally set off the dungbomb. ""Sanuspirantes."
There. Bubbled. She settled back on her heels just as the Fat Friar appeared, and he got an eye roll too.
"It smelled like this when we got here. Do you see how some of the boxes bulge a little in the middle? I think they've gone off. It wouldn't surprise me at all if they all blow up at some point. Brian was trying to fix it, gallant man that he is, and he was taken down by the fumes." So they were both heroes, see? Dot gave Brian a 'shut up and dance' look before pushing back to her feet.
"Why doesn't someone clean this place up, Sir Ghost? It's very disrespectful, don't you think?"
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laurange Brian was down for the count, really. The fumes had gotten to his head because he was seeing the Fat Friar here. He was pretty sure this wasn't even a place and there was his house ghost there and well, the Friar knew who he was and if this was a place he was not supposed to be, he was pretty much done for. "Thank you," he rasped at Dot, before coughing a little more.
The stuff was probably permanently dissolved into the ciliated epithelium of his larynx. Probably. Almost definitely.
"Reverend Friar Sir," he stammered, scrambling to his feet as Dot addressed the ghost. Turned out he wasn't hallucinating and was instead being rather rude. What was that look? ??????? But if Dot was gonna keep him out of trouble, he wasn't about to land them back there.
So cue a well-timed and rather fake coughing fit. "Really, sir, it needs a clean and we're hardly the people for it." So many better things to do, like sleeping.
Alfred glanced around the room, noting for once that the room did seem dirty. It was rare that he noticed these things in the afterlife. The dust and the general dirtiness was noticeable now.
"Why, I think you're both right. I wonder why no one else has cleaned it..." he trailed off. "I should get someone on that! Though, you'd be surprised how little people listen to ghosts, I'm afraid." He sighed. "Are you okay there, Brian?" he asked gently. "Is it all the dust in here? Tsk tsk." He pursed his lips in an unimpressed way.