"Everyone else is stretching!" Boo whined, pointing at the others. "Look at them! Stretching happily! Having a stretch party! I am excluded!"
"You are always excluded from physical activities," Luna muttered, not looking up from her toe touch. "That is what being dead means."
Boo gasped in horror. "Rude! Extremely rude! I am not dead, I am differently alive!"
Rocky paused his stone stretches and looked at Boo sympathetically. "Maybe you can pretend to stretch?"
"I do not want to pretend," Boo huffed, crossing his arms. "I want a real stretch. I want to feel the burn."
"Ghosts cannot feel a burn," Felix said flatly.
"Then I want to feel the cold," Boo countered immediately.
"Ghosts cannot feel cold either."
Boo's face scrunched in frustration. "Then what can ghosts feel?"
Felix thought for a moment. "Dramatic injustice. You seem to feel that very strongly."
Kelpie giggled, spraying tiny water droplets. "Boo always feels dramatic."
