You consider bringing out the Mercury Toothpick and seeing how well it handles ghosts. You vaguely know the stories of Sun Wukong, but you don't think he ever had anything to worry about when it came to the incorporeal. He beat up Heaven or something, you're betting a weapon made for him is going to smack down ghosts like a gaeite candle.

But then you get different idea, and you quite like your new idea because it doesn't involve fighting.

As a superhero in training, you know that you should always try and avoid fighting whenever you can.

"Hey. Longboat John." you address the small dandy standing in front of his pack of very large undead pirate. "I got this very nice bowl of hardtack stew." you cut your eyes to Cookie in the back, who calmly goes about mulling over his own inner darkness or whatever it is mysterious ghosts do when they're just left alone, seemingly unconcerned about the disruption happening in the Smiling Fortune.

"Cookie made this for me, and Cookie wants me to eat it. Your bellicose behavior is preventing me from enjoying this scrumptious meal. You wouldn't want Cookie to be upset at you, would you?"

Ghostly eyes from every corner of the Smiling Fortune fix on Longboat John.

"I certainly would not." he says. "But I doubt you were going to eat it in the first place."

"Well, I can't with you and your very large friends bothering my friend Edith." you reply.

Longboat John crosses his ornate sleeves. "I'm not going to bother you or your friend. Not now, anyway. But I want you to prove that you were going to eat it."

You feel the many glowing eyes of the restaurant rotate their gaze onto you.

"Go on and eat it, 21ster."