Gate of Memoirs/Hungry Ghost

Being dead hasn't diminished Yin-Yin's appetite one bit.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Ghost"	Music: "Ghost"
 	
*The first chills of winter have begun to set in, heralded by yellowing leaves and withering branches.
*All along the churchyard of Azucar Abbey, a good number of altars have already been set up before the gravestones.
*In an annual festival known as The Return, the spirits of the deceased are honored with food and drink, as well as holiday treats...
*...for death is merely the next step in the cycle of life, and homecoming calls for joyous celebration rather than tearful laments.
*To move on from worldly chains, to forget all pain and sorrow...
*To reunite with loved ones past and present.
 	
*For Lydia, whose hundred-odd year death had only served to fuel the noblewoman's passion for unlife, 
*The Return was a time to mingle with family and friends, both old and new.
 	
*Lydia: How lovely! The altars are up earlier this year.
*Lydia: Easing the newly departed spirits into their new unlife should be less of a problem with these offerings.
*Lydia: Food really is the quickest way to anyone's heart.
 	
*Lydia took a seat on a nearby bench, watching as several spirits begin passing through silvery barriers into the living plane.
*Spirits normally remained invisible to most people save for the especially sensitive,
*and The Return ensured that the veil between the two worlds was temporarily lifted.
*Stout Spirit: Aye, me wife's signature spiced bread!
*Stout Spirit: *munch* *sob* As good as I remember it...
*Tall Spirit: Heheh, I do prefer these myself!
*Tall Spirit: See here, now this one's a good side dish to—
*Tall Spirit: ...Huh?
 	
*Lydia perks up at the sudden gap in conversation, sitting a little straighter.
 	
*Tall Spirit: Whuh? Who took my food?!
*Stout Spirit: Hey! I took me eyes off me altar for a moment an'—me bread's gone!
*Stout Spirit: What's goin' on?
 	
*Lydia: (Oh, dear. Are the imps starting their pranks earlier this year too?)
 	
*?: *snarf snarf* *rustle*
 	
*Lydia: ...?
 	
*The two spirits startle, and several other similarly confused bystanders craned their necks to take a look.
Music: "Mimic"	Music: "Mimic"
 	
*Happily stuffing her face with offerings from every altar within reach was a girl in strange, foreign garb.
*She barely seemed an adult, but her wan complexion and stiff, jerky movements marked her as wholly unliving.
*Corpse-Girl: *munch* *munch*
 	
*Corpse-Girl: Oh! There's more!
 	
*Shocked Spirit: Hey no! That's mine! HEY!
 	
*Lydia: Perdóneme, um, excuse me. Miss?
*Lydia: These don't seem to be y—
 	
*A chill runs up Lydia's ghostly arm as she gently places a hand on the girl.
*Lydia: (She's...FREEZING!)
*Lydia: Listen, you can't just *eat* these without asking!
*Lydia: You're going to make some people very angry!
 	
*Corpse-Girl: Mmm?
 	
*Irritated Spirit: Aaooouuhhh!!
 	
*The girl gapes at a sudden congregation of angered spirits closing in around her.
 	
*Lydia: Oh dear.