"Greta. How charming." He doesn't even blink at the prospect of there being ghost animals. There may as well be. There were on the ship he came from, too. Well. One. A cat.

"You will have to introduce me to these ghost animals," he answers as he steps in through the door. "I am here about farming, in a way. I'm interested in starting my own orchard. Apples, specifically. My name is Peter Starr, and my wife is Ava Starr. We often dreamed of having our own farm house with an orchard. But neither of us are very knowledgeable about the practicalities. I was hoping you had some advice to offer."