...thank you, ghost. Right now, Dandelion is just mentally taking back anything bad he's ever said about ghosts because this tiny little weird ghost thing saved him from complete humiliation AND helped change the conversation to something that isn't Dandelion's mediocre darts skills.

"Maybe the ghost just wanted to even the odds." Which...doesn't make sense, but Dandelion doesn't have any other information. Why did the cinder spirit knock that dart out of the air?

"Come on, uh, ghost thing. What's the answer?" he asks, like the cinder spirits can actually talk.