"Can we do more things? What do you need to do more things."

"...Shower. And coffee."

"'Kay!"

She vanishes. Ellie might hear some shuffling in her kitchen. 

Mrglblr.

...She should get up before the coffee's done.

Okay one two three up-

-and into the bathroom.

A lovely smell of coffee quickly starts wafting around the house. 

Ellie exits the bathroom a little later wrapped in a towel, freshly showered and drawn toward the coffee as if by magnetism.

She's definitely not giggling, nope. (And definitely eyeing Ellie appreciatively. If that towel was a bit shorter...)

As for the coffee - there's a carafe of unaltered coffee, if Ellie wants to put together her own, but the ghost's also made up a mug of somewhat fancy-seeming coffee already. It smells cinnamon-y.

The mug is less effort, so she will take that first.

She watches Ellie taking the first sips.

(It's very flavorful, and very good if your tastes run that way. The ghost appears to have raided her spice cabinet for appropriately autumn-y spices. It's a little creamy, not too sweet... Very caffeinated...)

Mmm.

"'S good. Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Ellie comes more alive over the course of the cup. When she finishes, she sets it down on the table with a clink.

"...I should get dressed."

"Only if you want."

"-Not unless you no longer want to go to the library or get your books and you also take your clothes off."

"Very tough choices." Hum.

"The show's not free; decide quick."

Her clothes disintegrate into very showy sparkles.

"Well, the books will still be there tomorrow."

Laugh.

"If that's how you want to play it."

"I think it is. Though, sadly, I might have to get creative to be handsy..."

"I hope you're not going to let that stop you."

She lets the towel drop.

Appreciative whistle.

"Creativity is my specialty."

"Prove it."

Well then.

There's quite a lot of marvelous things in this house - in this very room. Ice cubes in the freezer, dish towels, her own knife... The ghost calls her sheathed knife to appear like it's held in her hand, first, and stalks up to Ellie, resting the sheath at the base of her neck.

"Not quite as good as a hand."

It trails down her body - and several ice cubes touch to her back.