Elise watched her little self offering the scarf. At that time she remembered she wasn't too fond of ghosts but from the way she look at it, she seemed to be much more comfortable with this man who she had called as a ghost than the usual ghosts that she would meet at times.
The man looked at the scarf with his hand crossed in front of his chest. He eyed the scarf, scoffing, "A scarf in exchange for a protection? I was wondering what you are doing by not wearing that scarf and instead go out in the cold with that thin layered clothes. Are you not afraid you will shrivel up like a potato left out in the cold?"
Little Elise didn't know that a potato would shrivel, she asked, "Really?" and the man rolled his eyes in reply.
"Have you always been prepared by bringing that scarf with you in case I ask for a payment? What a sly girl you are," accused the man and Elise shook her head.
