.... okay. Well. She finds a ghost that looks amenable and chatty, and sees about chatting with them.

"Hello! I'm Yvette Valerian, what's your name?" she asks, all bright and cheery.

"Hello," says a ghostly young adult. "I'm Zuleika Izadi. What's your name?" Her voice rings strangely, almost like it echoes or reverberates inside her.

"... Yvette Valerian," she says, even though she. Already said that. Regardless, she will forge on. "Is it rude to ask what it's like being a ghost?"

"Well, it is much like being alive, but instead not."

Very explanatory.

"So you can just... do all of the things you could in life?"

She pauses to think about that. "Hmm... I think so? There is nothing I tried that I couldn't do."

"You can't have kids," calls the tarot reader, without looking up.

"I hadn't tried that while alive," she argues.

Not having kids is honestly kind of a plus in her book, at least while her understanding of how Sims become people is up in the air. She does not want to have a child and have them turn out to be - like this. 'Like this' being kind of spacey and shit at pattern recognition, being a ghost is she thinks fine, if they wanted to be. On principle, anyway.

"Ah, okay. So, no kids, but - it's otherwise comfortable? Not, uh, I don't know. Weirdly cold compared to being alive, or something?"

"I can't feel temperature at all, it's convenient."

"Ah! Yeah, I can see how that'd be convenient." A bit of a shame in some cases, too, but then: she hasn't actually talked her house into getting her a tub yet, so it's not like she can have a hot soak either. "Do you still need to eat?"

"Yes."

That's weird, but okay.

"But you don't have to wait for your coffee to cool down before you can take a sip!" she says, still driven to at least act like a normal conversation can still happen sometimes.

"Oh I guess not. I've never tried that."

"You could try becoming a ghost yourself to see what it's like. I think it's weird."

"... I can what?? Just temporarily, I'm assuming?"

"Yeah. Just take a dip in the baleful bog over there. Don't do it too much though or it might stick."

"Huh. Okay. Thank you." Instead of following up on that immediately though: "Have you ever heard of a ghost returning back to life?"

"I think the Grim doesn't like that."

"Why's that?"

Shrug.

A person wearing gray robes frayed at the edges walks over to say, "It messes with the actuarial tables."

"Actuarial tables? What are those?"

"The tables with the death rates per category."

"Ah, gotcha. ... I read a rumor about how he likes a certain kind of flower, and how that'll let someone skip out on dying. Is that a real thing?"