There's a small gasp from nearby, and a chalk doodle of a small boy toddles over toward her, unbothered by what she is. He has some sort of grey hat that looks more like an upside-down tea kettle than anything resembling headwear.

"Boy, oh boy!" he says. "Frogs!"

That's about all he can manage for words before he laughs and tries (and fails) to catch one. Wirt's Mirror is following slowly behind, his blue cape swishing as he walks. He doesn't seem to be bothered at all by the ghostliness, or at least he isn't acting like he is.

"Sorry. He really likes frogs," Wirt's Mirror says, laughing just a little. "I hope we're not bothering you?"