Remarkably, the ghost does not immediately charge at Codi with the spear again; it seems that the promise of an orange and her switch to formality has smoothed things over enough to at least stall any further violence. Instead it walks - floats, though its feet go through the motions of walking anyway - towards her, weapon at its side, and stops a mere breath in front of her. It's nearly two heads taller than Codi is, yet she manages to straighten her back and lift her chin to confidently meet its judging gaze.

"I'm grateful for your trust and forgiveness," she says smoothly. "Please accept this gift as an apology. I sincerely hope that we'll be able to meet again in more favorable circumstances next year."

The orange, still extended outward, is plucked from Codi's grip by an ethereal hand; then it and the ghost fizzle away into the thick air of the forest.

And Codi's composure breaks. "--Motherfucking bastard!" she blurts, slumping forward. "Hope that picky sonofabitch gets that orange stuck up their--"

She attempts a step towards Juhani, but her injured leg has also finally had enough. Codi stutter-steps and collapses in a heap with a yelp.