I’ve seen a few. Ghosts sometimes drift to the kitchen when they’re uneasy, snagging a slice of stale bread—doesn’t lift the chill, but it’s the least they can do. Vampires, on the other hand, don’t need anything; a quiet corner and a full glass of blood is all they crave when their night’s turned sour. The only creature that actually cooks for themselves when scared is the witch; she’ll make a stew of nightshade and marshmallow, just to feel a bit warmer.

I don’t eat, but I’ve watched the spooks get their fix. If I had to pick, it would be a cold, quiet bowl of broth—just a hint of herbs, no heat. The ghosts find it comforting, and it keeps them from rattling the walls.