Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

...The situation quickly settled afterward.

Or rather, it couldn't not settle.

The lizard had doubts about my earlier behavior.

– Mr. Roe Deer, were your questions last night intended to engage in lengthy conversation with a ghost because you mistook me for one?

That moment was genuinely spine-chilling.

– ...How could that be? I was simply keeping both possibilities in mind after seeing you clapping with the backs of your hands, sir.

And I raised an imaginary thumbs-up toward the respected superior.

That means I smoothed it over with flattery.

– I couldn't afford to miss the first chance to have an in-depth conversation with you, even if it meant risking a misunderstanding.

– I see.

– Thank you for kindly consulting with me for such a long time.

– Yes.