"Sure. Normal," Ava doesn't quite get the specific reference but can at least figure out enough of the context of sitcom logic where life returns to status quo, and he's not entirely wrong. "If you break something around here, it goes back together again once you're out of sight. Except during October."

Ava flinches slightly at the reminder, the familiar blur as her body separates just barely from itself, because that fear hasn't gone away yet. It's just evolved into a slightly different version of becoming Nothing. She orders herself a peppermint mocha at the counter, with extra whip, and the invisible source of lost spirits before begin preparing it. She gestures kinda vaguely at the drink. "That's what Limbo gets you, around here."