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As the team trekked up the rest of the way along the route, they found themselves in a cute little town called Islebury. As Bridget took her first steps into town, she could immediately tell something was fishy around here. The smell. The whole place smelled strongly of fish. She for one didn't mind the smell of fish, but she couldn't help but wonder if the other two were of the same mind. As she opened her mouth to ask about that, the door of some kind of diner swung open, and out stormed some girl she'd never seen before. It didn't take a detective to tell she was unhappy, all the more so because she was quite vocal about what was bothering her. Seafood was a personal favorite of Bridget's, but she could easily imagine even her fine self getting tired of it if she had nothing else to eat for long enough. Luckily, Quinn - the friendly ghost they were - was ready to help, with a granola bar from inside her bag. Which in turn led to a brief and quite frankly adorable conversation between the two of them. Which, in its own turn, prompted a question Bridget never imagined she'd be asked. “What about them? Are they ghosts too? Is this city not only full of fish but haunted as well?” “That is a good question! I have not asked them,” Quinn said. It turned around and waved at their companions as they wandered the harbor. “Hey!” Quinn called out. “This woman wants to know if you are also ghosts! You have to say if you are, you know. That is part of the Ghost Law!” "Uhh, no, I'm still alive 'n' well, pichure of healf I am," Bridget smiled, briefly taken aback by the question. "I 'ave been called a witch in the past, but never a ghost." Actually, if this girl had been here before the team's arrival, she probably had a better lay of the land. It would probably be wise to get some directions from her, that everyone would appreciate. "Acshally, while we got you, d'you know anyplace we could do a bit of shoppin'? The talk 'bout food made me realize I should prolly stock up on stuff to eat on the road. Fish is fine too, if noffin else is in stock 'ere." Oh, it was probably smart to see how the others felt about fish too. Glancing back and forth between Nathan and Quinn, Bridget further asked "D'you two like fish?" Quinn frowned. "I do not especially care for fish -- it is often, in my experience, more than my ethereal stomach can handle," it said. But he quickly brightened back up. "All the more reason that I am now acquainted with my new friend here." Quinn gestured to the new, increasingly mortified woman. "It is another shared trait of ours and I am excited to discover more commonalities." "I do not know where you got the idea that I am some tour guide but I can assure you I am not. I'm sure you can find shops somewhere if you really want something that likely smells like fish..." "A simple "no" would've sufficed," Bridget huffed. She'd just have to go looking for some canned fish for the road on her own, then.