Lucy had poked Sam out of bed even before he'd ordinarily be awake. She hadn't let up with the 'sad girl who is nice to ghosts in the kitchen' until Sam finally threw up his hands (literally) and let her drag him into the cafe--where he promptly stared at the hand-written menu and the pretty scrolling designs until Lucy poked him forward again.

"Okay, Lucy. I'm going. Cool it," he said to the ghost who was, on the whole, the most passive-aggressive spirit he'd ever met.

He smiled at the pretty redhead behind the counter and said, "I don't know what half those things are, but I'll have one of all of them. Also, this--" He pointed to the now visible form behind his shoulder. "--is Lucy and she wanted me to say hi. I'm Sam."