Bri locked eyes with him, "Hello, Mr. Verdigris. " She grabbed his hand firmly and gave it one hard shake. "There are a few things to clear up before we get started. First, you may call me Ms. Kennedy. Not 'groovy gal' or any other nickname. Second, I would appreciate you toning down your use of slang, I barely understood your email. Third, you did contact me about a haunted doll, correct? It was unclear if the ghost was in a doll, or in some food items, or something else. I only work with haunted dolls, as my online profiles clearly state." Bri noticed the glitter fountain person and another guy staring at her, the latter hanging onto a sandwich for what appeared to be dear life. She squinted at the sandwich. Didn't look like roast beef. Or look haunted. She nudged Toasty and whistled a soft, nearly inaudible command. He trotted over to investigate the sandwich. Just in case. "Assuming that's in order, where is the doll, and what is its current status? Your email sounded urgent - I'm not sure what you meant by 'going Ghostbusters classic,' but I can't imagine it meaning anything good."