"I'll do what I can to help you live good lives here. I don't know if I can promise 'peaceful', what with how often something shows up to spoil important events, but... it can be a good life. Angel and I are building one."

"Wiiiick..." a little voice pipes up. And a small, candle-shaped ghost with yellow eyes and purple flame comes floating into the room.

Eddie smiles, and holds out a hand so that Lucero the Litwick has a spot to land. "Ah. One of the ghost animals I mentioned. This is Luce. He's probably curious why I'm not outside. Luce, this is Peter. He's starting... a fruit farm."

The candle-ghost peers at Peter, brushing aside his waxy fringe for a moment to look at him with both eyes, before the melt falls down again. "Lit!" He gives a little bow.