[The ghosts scatter a bit the moment Quilava's fire bursts to life, keeping well away from the brightest parts of the light. Even the Gastly that Perona was playing with jumps back from it with a sour look on his face. He tries to keep close to the person giving him such attention, but the light isn't something he likes much, and hovers high above it.]

There are! It's wonderful, in't it? But they don't much like the light, the poor things... [She looks around at the ghosts, keeping close to the darkness and peering out from the shadows cast by Quilava'a flame. They're still watching closely, curiously.] I can't take all of you, precious cuties, but if anyone doesn't want to stay in the light, and who wants to stay with me and my pokemon, I'd love to have you! We could have fun and tell stories and sing songs every night! What about you, little one? [She addresses Gastly after taking out a pokeball.] Would you like to come with me? It'd make me so happy if you did!