"Oh, she's got tricks?" He fixes her with a wolfish smile. Nancy is doing wonders to distract him from his woes. Maybe being here won't be so bad. He's visible. He's visible. At last. And, if the outdoors event is anything to go by, free.

Free enough.

Beetlejuice bows at the waist and takes her hand, bringing it up to his whiskery lips. "It's a pleasure, Nance. Call me BJ."