"You must wear one of these tuxedos, Master Morena! But I'm afraid we don't have them in your size."
Flop flop flop flop TRIP.
A knock at the door. Pavel and the other ghosts turn to it.
Pavel: Come in!
Cal phases through the door, smiling.
Cal: Good evening, Master Morena! My, what a party you're having. Has Miss Katja been keeping you safe?
Pavel quickly stuffs the medicine bottle back into the backpack, and Katja smooshes her face up against his bubble of light.
Pavel: Super safe!
Cal gestures as he leans through the door. Katja pants happily, as Pavel listens.
Cal: Our meeting has concluded. And I'm happy to report... you've been invited to a private audience! Would you like to meet the princess properly?
Pavel looks down at his clothes, silently.
He tugs them to the sides, looking up at Cal for approval.
Pavel: Do I need to dress up?
Cal waves his hand dismissively.
Cal: No, no! You're fine as you are. This is all very informal - no need for pageantry.