"But you could read with me," she said, floating over to the other side of him. "I'd like to read in the loo, but I can't hold a book."

She put her face right next to his ear, whispering. "You're very cute. You know, if you died, you could be in the loo any time you wanted without detention. We could share it."

Myrtle giggled. It would be perfect. He could be her forever ghostie boyfriend!

She made like she would boink him on the nose, but, of course, her finger passed right through.

"Doesn't that sound like fun? Forever, in my loo. Together." Smiling, she hovered over, positioning herself so it appeared that she was sitting on his lap.