"Also... Felix secretly eats chalk."
Dante turned his head slowly.
"...What."
Boo nodded with full seriousness.
"Yes. Chalk. From the box. White sticks."
Dante stared at him.
"That is not gossip," Dante said flatly. "That is a medical concern. Chalk is not food."
"I know," Boo said happily. "But Felix likes chalk so much that he hides and eats it secretly, thinking no one noticed. He thinks he is sneaky. He is not sneaky."
And then Boo burst into loud laughter, his ghostly body wobbling in the air, his laughter echoing off the walls.
Dante looked at him slowly.
"...So he really eats chalk."
"Yes," Boo said happily, wiping an imaginary tear. "White chalk. Not colored chalk. I heard him say colored chalk tastes suspicious. Like chemicals. But white chalk is acceptable."
Dante remained silent for a moment, processing this information.
Then he looked toward the playground outside again.
