“He dropped the rest of the Cokes into the grave and pulled out a white
paper bag decorated with cartoons. I hadn’t seen one in years, but I
recognized it — a McDonald’s Happy Meal.
He turned it upside down and shook the fries and hamburger into the grave.
“In my day, we used animal blood,” the ghost mumbled. “It’s perfectly good enough. They can’t taste the difference.”
“I will treat them with respect,” Nico said.
“At least let me keep the toy,” the ghost said.”