I've always found 'normal' to be overrated. [ Lockwood exclaimed, that cheeky smile still intact. Though, for a brief moment there is something old and tired in his dark eyes before he blinks, it's gone, and his attention is on the cookies.

Picking one for himself, he set the plate down and let a companionable -at least he's trying to make it companionable- silence fall between them. Sure, he could sit there and try to encourage her to 'give people a chance' and 'teamwork makes the dreamwork' until he was blue in the face and she wanted to gouge her ears out.

But more words weren't going to do the job. It was going to have to be actions, and those were something he couldn't just make happen. ]

Lavender. [ He says after half his cookie is gone. ] It's the only plant with which I have any experience. Ghosts are repelled by it, so people grow and keep it all around their houses.

[ He glances towards her and this time his smile is a little rueful. ] If I'm quite honest; I've grown to hate the smell of the stuff.