"Can't it be both?" She's heard enough people refer to the mansion as if it has a mind of its own that she's starting to think of it that way too. In a way the place kind of reminds her of Sue, albeit in a more affectionate way than she'd like to admit.

"I guess we can at least be thankful it ain't actually hurtin' anyone." Beiste pauses, then adds. "Well, not yet anyhow." She's not sure how piles of candy and loud music could do anyone any long term damage, and the flashing lights are probably only a problem for epileptics and the like. She wonders if someone should start constructing darkened areas just in case that becomes an issue.